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... turn on their favorite subjects , is not exclusive or professional . It usually in- volves the universal interests of humanity ; and all intelligent per- sons , of whatever class , who have studied external nature , or the human heart ...
... turn on their favorite subjects , is not exclusive or professional . It usually in- volves the universal interests of humanity ; and all intelligent per- sons , of whatever class , who have studied external nature , or the human heart ...
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... Of light and shade . The scene divided seems . Sun - ward , the noon - tide rays almost o'erpower The ocean's azure hue , like glittering stars Too richly on some regal garment wrought.— I turn from 22 OCEAN SKETCHES .
... Of light and shade . The scene divided seems . Sun - ward , the noon - tide rays almost o'erpower The ocean's azure hue , like glittering stars Too richly on some regal garment wrought.— I turn from 22 OCEAN SKETCHES .
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David Lester Richardson. Too richly on some regal garment wrought.— I turn from fierce intolerable light , And lo ! the darker side a prospect shows , On which the dazzled eye delights to rest ; For not a sun - beam glances on the sea ...
David Lester Richardson. Too richly on some regal garment wrought.— I turn from fierce intolerable light , And lo ! the darker side a prospect shows , On which the dazzled eye delights to rest ; For not a sun - beam glances on the sea ...
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... turns to the maternal face , as if assured of her hearty sympathy in his delight . The It is a sweet employment to watch the first glimmering of the human mind , and to greet the first signs of joy that give life and animation to the ...
... turns to the maternal face , as if assured of her hearty sympathy in his delight . The It is a sweet employment to watch the first glimmering of the human mind , and to greet the first signs of joy that give life and animation to the ...
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... turn , and lost friends live again , Oh ! what a dear delirious joy unlocks the source of tears While like unprisoned birds we seek the haunts of happier years . MOODS OF MIND . I. A SUDDEN gloom came o'er [ 60 ] HOME-VISIONS,
... turn , and lost friends live again , Oh ! what a dear delirious joy unlocks the source of tears While like unprisoned birds we seek the haunts of happier years . MOODS OF MIND . I. A SUDDEN gloom came o'er [ 60 ] HOME-VISIONS,
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Էջ 280 - 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 129 - 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 332 - 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 99 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
Էջ 91 - 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 97 - 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 202 - 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 203 - I trust hereby to make it manifest with what small willingness I endure to interrupt the pursuit of no less hopes than these, and leave a calm and pleasing solitariness, fed with cheerful and confident thoughts, to embark in a troubled sea of noises and hoarse disputes, put from beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies...
Էջ 93 - 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 97 - 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...