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... lives , and moves , and has his being " in an atmosphere of eloquence ; a Ciceronian suavity of diction , is na- tive to his pen . Take this : - " In extacy , Too passionate for words , like the sweet moments , When the eye only speaks ...
... lives , and moves , and has his being " in an atmosphere of eloquence ; a Ciceronian suavity of diction , is na- tive to his pen . Take this : - " In extacy , Too passionate for words , like the sweet moments , When the eye only speaks ...
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... cold , lone house , Standing a mark upon a northern moor , Eaves deep in snow , surrounded by black pools , Pelted by Winter , ever anger - pale . " ( P. 147. ) The old house becomes a live thing , and we 24 Night and the Soul .
... cold , lone house , Standing a mark upon a northern moor , Eaves deep in snow , surrounded by black pools , Pelted by Winter , ever anger - pale . " ( P. 147. ) The old house becomes a live thing , and we 24 Night and the Soul .
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The old house becomes a live thing , and we sympathize with it as though it were conscious of the rigours of its situation , and looked for the charities of human pity at our hand . Those four lines would establish Mr Bigg as a true ...
The old house becomes a live thing , and we sympathize with it as though it were conscious of the rigours of its situation , and looked for the charities of human pity at our hand . Those four lines would establish Mr Bigg as a true ...
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... live to see a Sabbath day pontage established at the Dean Brig , and at a ' the outskirts o ' the toun , and a ' the money collected to gang towards the sustentation o ' the Free Kirk . Clericus . It will never come to that , Mr ...
... live to see a Sabbath day pontage established at the Dean Brig , and at a ' the outskirts o ' the toun , and a ' the money collected to gang towards the sustentation o ' the Free Kirk . Clericus . It will never come to that , Mr ...
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than I can give to it . I wish I could live a hundred years longer , Mr MacLauchlin , to leave the world the full benefit of my researches . Mr MacLauchlin . - I'm a plain man , Maister Pheelosopher , but did you not write a paper in ...
than I can give to it . I wish I could live a hundred years longer , Mr MacLauchlin , to leave the world the full benefit of my researches . Mr MacLauchlin . - I'm a plain man , Maister Pheelosopher , but did you not write a paper in ...
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الصفحة 53 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
الصفحة 149 - No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere : I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God, within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity ! Life — that in me has rest, As I — undying Life — have power in thee ! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts : unutterably vain ; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main...
الصفحة 209 - With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
الصفحة 213 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jaeet ! Lastly, whereas this book, by the title it hath, calls itself The First Part of tlie General History of the World...
الصفحة 95 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
الصفحة 340 - The Spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life.
الصفحة 273 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
الصفحة 274 - PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames...
الصفحة 208 - Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? 'The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
الصفحة 208 - Then didst thou grant mine asking with a smile, Like wealthy men who care not how they give. But thy strong Hours indignant work'd their wills, And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me, And tho...