The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., المجلد 1John Aitken, 1824 - 420 من الصفحات Includes poetry and prose, chiefly by contemporary writers, including Shelley, Byron, Hunt, Scott, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, and many others. |
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... seen hanging opposite the sun , were all that remained to tell of the vanished Rainbow . But all the green fields and all the woods were glittering in freshened beauty , -the birds were singing , -the cattle lowing on the hills , -and ...
... seen hanging opposite the sun , were all that remained to tell of the vanished Rainbow . But all the green fields and all the woods were glittering in freshened beauty , -the birds were singing , -the cattle lowing on the hills , -and ...
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... seen , and to smile upon him no more . He rose at sunrise , and , from the window , contemplated the gradual dying away of the storm - the subsiding of the torrent that became visibly less and less every minute - the calm that slowly ...
... seen , and to smile upon him no more . He rose at sunrise , and , from the window , contemplated the gradual dying away of the storm - the subsiding of the torrent that became visibly less and less every minute - the calm that slowly ...
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... seen a Highland Sab- bath , the scene was most delightful , as the opening of every little glen brought upon him some new interesting groupe journeying tranquilly towards Appin Kirk . Families were coming down together into the wider ...
... seen a Highland Sab- bath , the scene was most delightful , as the opening of every little glen brought upon him some new interesting groupe journeying tranquilly towards Appin Kirk . Families were coming down together into the wider ...
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... seen that mantles from a heart made happy , without and almost against its will , in the power of its purity and innocence . As they walked back through Glen - Creran to the old mansion , the character of the weather of the scenery - of ...
... seen that mantles from a heart made happy , without and almost against its will , in the power of its purity and innocence . As they walked back through Glen - Creran to the old mansion , the character of the weather of the scenery - of ...
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... seen at play - and into cottages where many a blithe and weather - beaten face welcomed the visits of them whose visits were ever of kindness , charity , or love . Thus day after day passed along , and still Edward Ashton was in Glen ...
... seen at play - and into cottages where many a blithe and weather - beaten face welcomed the visits of them whose visits were ever of kindness , charity , or love . Thus day after day passed along , and still Edward Ashton was in Glen ...
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الصفحة 72 - The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
الصفحة 387 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
الصفحة 414 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
الصفحة 382 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
الصفحة 386 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot" from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
الصفحة 386 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between.
الصفحة 391 - And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Who now doth crazy go, Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
الصفحة 414 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
الصفحة 384 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand so brown.
الصفحة 268 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.