Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Հատոր 1W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... NIGHT . ] Yon cloud - arch spreads , ―the black waves curl and foam Beneath the coming tempest ; -Lo ! ' tis here ! The fierce insatiate winds , like demons , howl Around the labouring bark . Her snow - white sails , Outspread like ...
... NIGHT . ] Yon cloud - arch spreads , ―the black waves curl and foam Beneath the coming tempest ; -Lo ! ' tis here ! The fierce insatiate winds , like demons , howl Around the labouring bark . Her snow - white sails , Outspread like ...
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... [ NIGHT . ] The day - beams slowly fade , and shadowy night , Soft as a gradual dream , serenely steals Over the watery waste . Like low - breathed strains Of distant music on the doubtful ear , When solitude and silence reign around ...
... [ NIGHT . ] The day - beams slowly fade , and shadowy night , Soft as a gradual dream , serenely steals Over the watery waste . Like low - breathed strains Of distant music on the doubtful ear , When solitude and silence reign around ...
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... night . Each year of our life is a step lower on the radiant ladder that leads to heaven , and when we at last descend into the horrible vault of death , our best hope is that we may rise again to a state resembling the happy purity of ...
... night . Each year of our life is a step lower on the radiant ladder that leads to heaven , and when we at last descend into the horrible vault of death , our best hope is that we may rise again to a state resembling the happy purity of ...
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... Night's ' enjoyments are cheaply purchased by a week of labour . Children are not less precious to the English peasant than they were to the Roman matron . They are alike the jewels ' of the high - born and the humble . • But even in a ...
... Night's ' enjoyments are cheaply purchased by a week of labour . Children are not less precious to the English peasant than they were to the Roman matron . They are alike the jewels ' of the high - born and the humble . • But even in a ...
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... night - the pleasant tone Of truant rills when o'er the pebbled ground Their silver voices tremble - the calm sound Of rustling leaves in noon - tide forests lone- The cheerful song of birds - the hum of bees- The zephyrs ' dance that ...
... night - the pleasant tone Of truant rills when o'er the pebbled ground Their silver voices tremble - the calm sound Of rustling leaves in noon - tide forests lone- The cheerful song of birds - the hum of bees- The zephyrs ' dance that ...
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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 265 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Էջ 198 - 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. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
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 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 313 - 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...
Էջ 10 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Էջ 97 - 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 198 - The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content, though blind, had I no better guide.
Էջ 254 - 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.