The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., Bind 1John Aitken, 1824 - 420 sider Includes poetry and prose, chiefly by contemporary writers, including Shelley, Byron, Hunt, Scott, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, and many others. |
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... hath trauelled for his owne experience , whereof there be many worthy of commendations , nor to disgrace any souldier that is of desert , where- of there are none but are worthy of honour : but I speake of those coun- terfeit companions ...
... hath trauelled for his owne experience , whereof there be many worthy of commendations , nor to disgrace any souldier that is of desert , where- of there are none but are worthy of honour : but I speake of those coun- terfeit companions ...
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... Hath fiercely smitten , are fond to say- The maiden at first in terror shrank From my vivid tones - but she did not fly , And a smile seem'd struggling with a sigh Of fear - and yet methought she drank My ardent accents pleasedly- Tis ...
... Hath fiercely smitten , are fond to say- The maiden at first in terror shrank From my vivid tones - but she did not fly , And a smile seem'd struggling with a sigh Of fear - and yet methought she drank My ardent accents pleasedly- Tis ...
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... hath he accumulated To his own portion ! and what expence by the hour Seems to flow from him ! How in the name of thrift Does he rake this together ! SHAKSPEARE . EDINBURGH : PUBLISHED BY JOHN AITKEN , ST . ANTHONY'S PLACE . " TO ...
... hath he accumulated To his own portion ! and what expence by the hour Seems to flow from him ! How in the name of thrift Does he rake this together ! SHAKSPEARE . EDINBURGH : PUBLISHED BY JOHN AITKEN , ST . ANTHONY'S PLACE . " TO ...
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... hath perished ! Or now expires in some bloody field ! Impetuous in his valour , and eager in the ardour of youth , perchance he rushes on the foe , and falls ! " While Marano thus indulged her in- quietude , the venerable Ononthio was ...
... hath perished ! Or now expires in some bloody field ! Impetuous in his valour , and eager in the ardour of youth , perchance he rushes on the foe , and falls ! " While Marano thus indulged her in- quietude , the venerable Ononthio was ...
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... hath commanded us to be happy , he is ever offended with our disobedience ; but if we encourage groundless anxiety , we disobey . By destroying your own tranquillity , you are no less an enemy to the general system of happiness he hath ...
... hath commanded us to be happy , he is ever offended with our disobedience ; but if we encourage groundless anxiety , we disobey . By destroying your own tranquillity , you are no less an enemy to the general system of happiness he hath ...
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Side 72 - The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Side 387 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 414 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Side 382 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Side 386 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot" from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Side 386 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between.
Side 391 - And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Who now doth crazy go, Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Side 414 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Side 384 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand so brown.
Side 268 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.