Literary Hours: Or, Sketches Critical and Narrative, المجلد 2J. Burkitt, 1800 |
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... soul ; all is an aching void , a cheerless , and almost unproductive waste ; yet even in this situation , barren as it is , where none are found to pour the balm of pity , or listen to the plaint of sorrow , even here some enjoyment is ...
... soul ; all is an aching void , a cheerless , and almost unproductive waste ; yet even in this situation , barren as it is , where none are found to pour the balm of pity , or listen to the plaint of sorrow , even here some enjoyment is ...
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... overcharged picture , I am well convinced . There are many , whose writings breathe the very soul of sensibility , with whom the slightest impulse of pity and distress ought to operate , and yet , unhappily for NO . XXII . 5 HOURS .
... overcharged picture , I am well convinced . There are many , whose writings breathe the very soul of sensibility , with whom the slightest impulse of pity and distress ought to operate , and yet , unhappily for NO . XXII . 5 HOURS .
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... soul of the deceased he was rising from the hallowed mould and about to retrace his path- way homewards , when a dim light glimmering from amidst the ruins arrested his attention . Greatly astonished at a phenomenon so singu- lar , and ...
... soul of the deceased he was rising from the hallowed mould and about to retrace his path- way homewards , when a dim light glimmering from amidst the ruins arrested his attention . Greatly astonished at a phenomenon so singu- lar , and ...
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... soul of the stranger it appeared to diffuse the balm of peace ; his features became less rigid and stern , his eyes assumed a milder expression , he crossed his arms in meek submission on his bosom , and as the tones , now swelling with ...
... soul of the stranger it appeared to diffuse the balm of peace ; his features became less rigid and stern , his eyes assumed a milder expression , he crossed his arms in meek submission on his bosom , and as the tones , now swelling with ...
الصفحة 39
... soul at a spectacle like this ; unhappily revenge was , at the instant , the predominating emotion , and rushing for- ' ward with my sword , I called upon the villain , as I then thought him , to defend himself.- Shocked by the ...
... soul at a spectacle like this ; unhappily revenge was , at the instant , the predominating emotion , and rushing for- ' ward with my sword , I called upon the villain , as I then thought him , to defend himself.- Shocked by the ...
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الصفحة 124 - REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po ; Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door ; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
الصفحة 338 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear With thrice-great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
الصفحة 298 - Sovereign of the willing soul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares, And frantic Passions, hear thy soft control.
الصفحة 3 - I, clapping my hands cheerily together, that was I in a desert, I would find out wherewith in it to call forth my affections : — if I could not do better, I would fasten them upon some sweet myrtle, or seek some melancholy cypress to connect myself to; — I would court their shade, and greet them kindly for their protection ; — I would cut my name upon them, and swear they were the loveliest trees throughout the desert; — if their leaves withered, I would teach myself to mourn: — and when...
الصفحة 458 - Or gazed in merry clusters by your side ? Ye who can smile — to wisdom no disgrace — At the arch meaning of a kitten's face ; If spotless innocence, and infant mirth, Excites to praise, or gives reflection birth ; In shades like these pursue your favorite joy, Midst Nature's revels, sports that never cloy.
الصفحة 253 - Along the woods, along the moorish fens, Sighs the sad genius of the coming storm ; And up among the loose disjointed cliffs, And fractur'd mountains wild, the brawling brook And cave, presageful, send a hollow moan, Resounding long in listening Fancy's ear.
الصفحة 71 - Inspire my dreams, and my wild wanderings guide ; Your voice each rugged path of life can smooth, For well I know, wherever ye reside, There harmony, and peace, and innocence abide.
الصفحة 229 - I sit by the mossy fountain; on the top of the hill of winds. One tree is rustling above me. Dark waves roll over the heath. The lake is troubled below. The deer descend from the hill. No hunter at a distance is seen. It is mid-day: but all is silent.
الصفحة 242 - There oft is heard, at midnight, or at noon, Beginning faint, but rising still more loud, And nearer, voice of hunters, and of hounds, And horns, hoarse winded, blowing far and keen: — Forthwith the hubbub multiplies; the gale Labours with wilder shrieks, and rifer din Of hot pursuit; the broken cry of deer Mangled by throttling dogs; the shouts of men, And hoofs, thick beating on the hollow hill.
الصفحة 243 - Or thither, where beneath the show'ry west The mighty kings of three fair realms are laid : Once foes, perhaps, together now they rest...