The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, Tom 3Alexander Whitelaw 1833 |
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... told us that something more formidable lay in our way to be overcome . Meanwhile , one continued fire of musketry ran along both armies , while the hollow rumble of the artillery drowned every lesser noise in its roar . Their object had ...
... told us that something more formidable lay in our way to be overcome . Meanwhile , one continued fire of musketry ran along both armies , while the hollow rumble of the artillery drowned every lesser noise in its roar . Their object had ...
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... told me was the news about your husband . So , without saying a word to the old woman , I clapt on my hat , and ran out of the house . I could n't have slept a wink be- fore speaking to you , Mary , for the sake of old times ...
... told me was the news about your husband . So , without saying a word to the old woman , I clapt on my hat , and ran out of the house . I could n't have slept a wink be- fore speaking to you , Mary , for the sake of old times ...
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... told that the new made grave was for the only son of a poor widow . While I was meditating on the distinctions of worldly rank which ex- tend thus down into the very dust , the toll of the bell announced the approach of the funeral ...
... told that the new made grave was for the only son of a poor widow . While I was meditating on the distinctions of worldly rank which ex- tend thus down into the very dust , the toll of the bell announced the approach of the funeral ...
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... told me , that she was gathering some vegetables for her repast , when she heard the cottage door , which faced the garden , suddenly opened . A stranger came out , and seemed to be looking eagerly and wildly around . He was dressed in ...
... told me , that she was gathering some vegetables for her repast , when she heard the cottage door , which faced the garden , suddenly opened . A stranger came out , and seemed to be looking eagerly and wildly around . He was dressed in ...
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... told even that his ap- prehensions were just , and that his fate was to be what he foreboded , would be preferable to a suspense which hung upon the possibility of his worst fears being visionary . The night came ; and as the hour ...
... told even that his ap- prehensions were just , and that his fate was to be what he foreboded , would be preferable to a suspense which hung upon the possibility of his worst fears being visionary . The night came ; and as the hour ...
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Strona 335 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Strona 335 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Strona 332 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from the dream of life ; Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Strona 334 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
Strona 331 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
Strona 328 - The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
Strona 333 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Strona 334 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Strona 140 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Strona 388 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. " The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.