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... deep unbroken sea of ice , 1200 miles in length , that receives a perpetual increase from the watershed of vast snow- mantled mountains . A frozen sea , yet a sea in constant motion , rolling onward slowly , laboriously , yet DR . KANE ...
... deep unbroken sea of ice , 1200 miles in length , that receives a perpetual increase from the watershed of vast snow- mantled mountains . A frozen sea , yet a sea in constant motion , rolling onward slowly , laboriously , yet DR . KANE ...
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... deep . Through its broken archways the waves resound , and thunder against its adamantine walls . In the morning it is veiled in clouds as im- penetrable as those which shrouded the fair form of Arethusa , in the beautiful Greek fable ...
... deep . Through its broken archways the waves resound , and thunder against its adamantine walls . In the morning it is veiled in clouds as im- penetrable as those which shrouded the fair form of Arethusa , in the beautiful Greek fable ...
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... deep opening compliment , expression of regard cordiality , sincerity , warmth achievements adequate characterized comparatively elements , fire , air , earth , and water hurtled , moved violently incessant , unceasing preliminary , by ...
... deep opening compliment , expression of regard cordiality , sincerity , warmth achievements adequate characterized comparatively elements , fire , air , earth , and water hurtled , moved violently incessant , unceasing preliminary , by ...
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... her trees , On I press o'er southern seas . Cape of Storms , thy sceptre's fled , And the Angel Hope instead Lights from heaven upon thy head . St. Helena's dungeon - keep Scowls defiance o'er the deep A VOYAGE ROUND THE WORLD . 61.
... her trees , On I press o'er southern seas . Cape of Storms , thy sceptre's fled , And the Angel Hope instead Lights from heaven upon thy head . St. Helena's dungeon - keep Scowls defiance o'er the deep A VOYAGE ROUND THE WORLD . 61.
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... deep From her heights of rocky steep . Mammon's plague - ships throng the waves ; Oh , ' twere mercy to the slaves Were the maws of sharks their graves ! Hercules , thy pillars stand , Sentinels of sea and land ; Cloud - capt Atlas ...
... deep From her heights of rocky steep . Mammon's plague - ships throng the waves ; Oh , ' twere mercy to the slaves Were the maws of sharks their graves ! Hercules , thy pillars stand , Sentinels of sea and land ; Cloud - capt Atlas ...
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Էջ 64 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Էջ 155 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door — Darkness there and nothing more.
Էջ 221 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Էջ 172 - I obey : so God ordains ; God is thy law, thou mine : to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge, and her praise.
Էջ 170 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Էջ 183 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled. And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Էջ 65 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Էջ 179 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Էջ 274 - Night sank upon the dusky beach and on the purple sea, Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day ; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly war-flame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone : it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Էջ 285 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...