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... words is like the melancholy mysterious breath of something sung to the sleeping ear - its images have the beauty - the grandeur - the inco- herence of some mighty vision . The loveliness and the terror glide before us in turns - with ...
... words is like the melancholy mysterious breath of something sung to the sleeping ear - its images have the beauty - the grandeur - the inco- herence of some mighty vision . The loveliness and the terror glide before us in turns - with ...
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... words , and the splendour of the unnatural apparitions with which the mysterious scene is opened , surely he will experience no revulsion towards the centre and spirit of this lovely dream . There is the very es- sence of tenderness in ...
... words , and the splendour of the unnatural apparitions with which the mysterious scene is opened , surely he will experience no revulsion towards the centre and spirit of this lovely dream . There is the very es- sence of tenderness in ...
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... words - and magic of numbers - we think he stands absolutely alone among all the poets of the most poetical age . In one of the great John Müller's early letters ( compositions , by the way , which it is a thousand pities the Eng ...
... words - and magic of numbers - we think he stands absolutely alone among all the poets of the most poetical age . In one of the great John Müller's early letters ( compositions , by the way , which it is a thousand pities the Eng ...
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... words - but when I reach'd That tenderest strain of all the ditty , My faultering voice and pausing harp Disturb'd her soul with pity ! All impulses of soul and sense Had thrill'd my guileless Genevieve ; The music , and the doleful ...
... words - but when I reach'd That tenderest strain of all the ditty , My faultering voice and pausing harp Disturb'd her soul with pity ! All impulses of soul and sense Had thrill'd my guileless Genevieve ; The music , and the doleful ...
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... words ; and that much labour has been bestowed on the object of thus establishing a clear and correct philosophical lan- guage . But to my own mind , I con- fess , there has always appeared some- thing harsh and unsatisfactory in the ...
... words ; and that much labour has been bestowed on the object of thus establishing a clear and correct philosophical lan- guage . But to my own mind , I con- fess , there has always appeared some- thing harsh and unsatisfactory in the ...
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Strona 271 - And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. 30 And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: 31 Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.
Strona 354 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe; He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Strona 2 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary.
Strona 57 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
Strona 139 - More graceful than her own. His wandering step Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old : Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk, Or jasper tomb, or mutilated sphynx, Dark /Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.
Strona 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.