Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Հատոր 1W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... hath instincted in the minds of all men an ardent appetition of a lasting fame . Desire of glory is the last garment that even wise men lay aside . " - Feltham's Resolves . There is a good passage on this subject in Fitzosborne's ...
... hath instincted in the minds of all men an ardent appetition of a lasting fame . Desire of glory is the last garment that even wise men lay aside . " - Feltham's Resolves . There is a good passage on this subject in Fitzosborne's ...
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... Hath made her start and tremble ! -Yet again , For one hushed moment , with recovered power , She proudly glides in majesty serene , Calm as a silver cloud on summer skies , Or yon pale moon amid the strife of heaven ! How terrible ...
... Hath made her start and tremble ! -Yet again , For one hushed moment , with recovered power , She proudly glides in majesty serene , Calm as a silver cloud on summer skies , Or yon pale moon amid the strife of heaven ! How terrible ...
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... hath thrown A spell upon the scene ! The wide blue floor Of the Atlantic world - a sky - girt plain- Now looks as never more the Tempest's tread Would break its shining surface ; and the ship Seems destined ne'er again to brave the gale ...
... hath thrown A spell upon the scene ! The wide blue floor Of the Atlantic world - a sky - girt plain- Now looks as never more the Tempest's tread Would break its shining surface ; and the ship Seems destined ne'er again to brave the gale ...
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... phantom of the sky - the full - orbed moon Hath glided into sight . The glimmering stars Now pierce the soft obscurity of heaven In golden swarms , innumerous and bright As insect - myriads in the sunset air . The OCEAN SKETCHES . 21.
... phantom of the sky - the full - orbed moon Hath glided into sight . The glimmering stars Now pierce the soft obscurity of heaven In golden swarms , innumerous and bright As insect - myriads in the sunset air . The OCEAN SKETCHES . 21.
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... hath changed its hue , and now presents A silvery globe , floating on fervid skies That gleam like seas of gold . Its glorious disk As if with insect - clouds thin speckled seems , Yet glitters on the burning front of heaven , Bright as ...
... hath changed its hue , and now presents A silvery globe , floating on fervid skies That gleam like seas of gold . Its glorious disk As if with insect - clouds thin speckled seems , Yet glitters on the burning front of heaven , Bright as ...
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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...