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الصفحة i
... nature prompt us to enthusiastic research and untiring labour ! It is the same inherent feeling , implanted within ... natural touches , how forcible its ruder notes , and how overwhelming its gushes of passion and divine inspiration ...
... nature prompt us to enthusiastic research and untiring labour ! It is the same inherent feeling , implanted within ... natural touches , how forcible its ruder notes , and how overwhelming its gushes of passion and divine inspiration ...
الصفحة ii
... the good of mankind . The glorious interpreters of universal nature , and the generous lovers of their kind , only lead us to our welfare and happiness by the two parallel tracks ; the one upraising us ii INTRODUCTION .
... the good of mankind . The glorious interpreters of universal nature , and the generous lovers of their kind , only lead us to our welfare and happiness by the two parallel tracks ; the one upraising us ii INTRODUCTION .
الصفحة iii
... Nature , and also Nature . Like unto man it has a soul and a body - the soul for heaven , the body for earth . All imaginative , it can conceive the forms of things unknown : all real , it can touch every spring in our bosoms , and bind ...
... Nature , and also Nature . Like unto man it has a soul and a body - the soul for heaven , the body for earth . All imaginative , it can conceive the forms of things unknown : all real , it can touch every spring in our bosoms , and bind ...
الصفحة v
... natural death , as the effect of so transcendant a life , could we not account for the phenomenon on more tangible grounds . The murderous wars waged under the poetic name of The Roses , put an end to all poetry . Human shambles suggest ...
... natural death , as the effect of so transcendant a life , could we not account for the phenomenon on more tangible grounds . The murderous wars waged under the poetic name of The Roses , put an end to all poetry . Human shambles suggest ...
الصفحة x
... nature . These have their gracious responses , and indent their impressions for ever . The godlike reproduces the sublime , the humane the mer- ciful , the pathetic the piteous , the chivalric the generous , the affectionate the love of ...
... nature . These have their gracious responses , and indent their impressions for ever . The godlike reproduces the sublime , the humane the mer- ciful , the pathetic the piteous , the chivalric the generous , the affectionate the love of ...
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الصفحة 355 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
الصفحة 194 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
الصفحة 341 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide : Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
الصفحة 42 - Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
الصفحة 164 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And Desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
الصفحة 170 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
الصفحة 354 - And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. 'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' The Hermit crossed his brow. 'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say — What manner of man art thou?
الصفحة 165 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
الصفحة 171 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
الصفحة 44 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.