The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, المجلد 3Alexander Whitelaw 1833 |
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... delightful wine , that last bottle - Bingham , or Marston , ey ? " I took the hint , and sent for another bottle , which we discussed equally between us , glass for glass . I felt so well , I sent for another , and we discussed that too ...
... delightful wine , that last bottle - Bingham , or Marston , ey ? " I took the hint , and sent for another bottle , which we discussed equally between us , glass for glass . I felt so well , I sent for another , and we discussed that too ...
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... delightful , though truth obliges me to confess , that I seldom got any thing but exercise and a keen appetite in my sporting rambles . Almost the first extensive excursion I made , being intent on fol- lowing the hounds , I unluckily ...
... delightful , though truth obliges me to confess , that I seldom got any thing but exercise and a keen appetite in my sporting rambles . Almost the first extensive excursion I made , being intent on fol- lowing the hounds , I unluckily ...
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... delightful , they would perchance seek it with less avidi- ty , and fewer sacrifices of that integrity , which is a far more essen- tial ingredient in human happiness , than the gold for which it is so often sacrificed . My history may ...
... delightful , they would perchance seek it with less avidi- ty , and fewer sacrifices of that integrity , which is a far more essen- tial ingredient in human happiness , than the gold for which it is so often sacrificed . My history may ...
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... gone ! Memory , soon , too soon replying , Wakes the dirge of past delight , And I turn , to waste in sighing All the long night . J. K. CHORLEY . D..1.1 : -1 VIEW OF THE CLYDE FROM ERSKINE FERRY 30 REPUBLIC OF LETTERS .
... gone ! Memory , soon , too soon replying , Wakes the dirge of past delight , And I turn , to waste in sighing All the long night . J. K. CHORLEY . D..1.1 : -1 VIEW OF THE CLYDE FROM ERSKINE FERRY 30 REPUBLIC OF LETTERS .
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... delight , for my skin burned as if in a fever , when all at once my dreams were broke in upon by the distinct discharges of three cannon , which boomed om- inously upon the ear ; the usual signal given by the enemy that his dispositions ...
... delight , for my skin burned as if in a fever , when all at once my dreams were broke in upon by the distinct discharges of three cannon , which boomed om- inously upon the ear ; the usual signal given by the enemy that his dispositions ...
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الصفحة 335 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
الصفحة 335 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
الصفحة 332 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from the dream of life ; Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
الصفحة 334 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
الصفحة 331 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
الصفحة 328 - The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
الصفحة 333 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
الصفحة 334 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
الصفحة 140 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
الصفحة 388 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. " The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.