Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Հատոր 1W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... cold ear of death is no more sensible to the voice of cen- sure than to the voice of praise . This concern for our future reputation seems as instinctive as our hopes of a future existence , and a continued consciousness of earthly fame ...
... cold ear of death is no more sensible to the voice of cen- sure than to the voice of praise . This concern for our future reputation seems as instinctive as our hopes of a future existence , and a continued consciousness of earthly fame ...
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... cold cerulean main , Now shoots through broken clouds his upward beams , That kindle into day . At length his orb , Reddening the ocean verge , with sudden blaze Awakes a smiling world ; —the dull gray mist Is scattered , and the sea ...
... cold cerulean main , Now shoots through broken clouds his upward beams , That kindle into day . At length his orb , Reddening the ocean verge , with sudden blaze Awakes a smiling world ; —the dull gray mist Is scattered , and the sea ...
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... cold blue main ! The golden clouds . Fade into gray - the broad cerulean tide A darker tint assumes . In restless throngs Phosphoric glow - worms deck with living gems The twilight wave , as Orient fire - flies gleam —or like reflected ...
... cold blue main ! The golden clouds . Fade into gray - the broad cerulean tide A darker tint assumes . In restless throngs Phosphoric glow - worms deck with living gems The twilight wave , as Orient fire - flies gleam —or like reflected ...
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... cold suspicion . Its little beauteous face betrays each emotion of its heart , and is as trans- parent as the silvery cloud - veil of a summer sun that shows all the light within . It is as fearless and as innocent in its waking hours ...
... cold suspicion . Its little beauteous face betrays each emotion of its heart , and is as trans- parent as the silvery cloud - veil of a summer sun that shows all the light within . It is as fearless and as innocent in its waking hours ...
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... cold age would make him , nothing , if not critical . " To him the rise of the green curtain at the theatre reveals a real world . He has ever a tear for the distresses of the heroine , and breathes harder as he gazes , with all his ...
... cold age would make him , nothing , if not critical . " To him the rise of the green curtain at the theatre reveals a real world . He has ever a tear for the distresses of the heroine , and breathes harder as he gazes , with all his ...
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Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Հատոր 1 David Lester Richardson Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1840 |
Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Հատոր 1 David Lester Richardson Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1840 |
Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Հատոր 1 David Lester Richardson Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1840 |
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Էջ 278 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Էջ 330 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Էջ 95 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell!
Էջ 127 - Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
Էջ 89 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Էջ 200 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman.
Էջ 91 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Էջ 256 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Էջ 147 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Էջ 95 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...