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... by the Celebrated Experiment First ib . M. Arc - en - Ciel .. 214 . Experiment Second . ib . The Paradise of Plenty 215 Experiment Third 204 Ancient Poets 217 No. I. - Gawin Douglas .... ib .. VOL . 1 . No. 1 . We said in.
... by the Celebrated Experiment First ib . M. Arc - en - Ciel .. 214 . Experiment Second . ib . The Paradise of Plenty 215 Experiment Third 204 Ancient Poets 217 No. I. - Gawin Douglas .... ib .. VOL . 1 . No. 1 . We said in.
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... poet , and fix his place for ever in the literature of the country . There's a conspicuous Celt for you ! We doubt if there be a finer at the door of any snuff - shop in the metropolis . But even he is eclipsed by the com- ing glories ...
... poet , and fix his place for ever in the literature of the country . There's a conspicuous Celt for you ! We doubt if there be a finer at the door of any snuff - shop in the metropolis . But even he is eclipsed by the com- ing glories ...
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... poet and stamp distributor . What then ? It only proves that Mr. Wordsworth , living in the blissful solitude of the eternal hills , or in hearing of the primæval fall of mur- muring streams , never was used to the company of ladies and ...
... poet and stamp distributor . What then ? It only proves that Mr. Wordsworth , living in the blissful solitude of the eternal hills , or in hearing of the primæval fall of mur- muring streams , never was used to the company of ladies and ...
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... poets write of , in the full costume of the Æneid , or rather , of an old weather - beaten engraving in Tooke's Pantheon . I had no sense of apprehension about me ; I was but a visitor , although disembodied . Like our old schoolboy ...
... poets write of , in the full costume of the Æneid , or rather , of an old weather - beaten engraving in Tooke's Pantheon . I had no sense of apprehension about me ; I was but a visitor , although disembodied . Like our old schoolboy ...
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... poet of his beauties ; and the task , now before us , is more delightful than the crabbed and ungainly labour of hunting for plagiarisın . We wish to lead our fair readers to the beauties of nature , and direct Their liberal heart ...
... poet of his beauties ; and the task , now before us , is more delightful than the crabbed and ungainly labour of hunting for plagiarisın . We wish to lead our fair readers to the beauties of nature , and direct Their liberal heart ...
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Page 30 - He heard it, but he heeded not - his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother - he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday All this rush'd with his blood - Shall he expire And unavenged?
Page 88 - The flames around their captive close, Till, inly search'd by thousand throes, And maddening in her ire, One sad and sole relief she knows : The sting she nourish'd for her foes, Whose venom never yet was vain, Gives but one pang, and cures all pain, And darts into her desperate brain...
Page 14 - We straight lie down to rest ; But when the billows tumble, And waves do furious grow, Then we rouse, up we rouse, When the stormy winds do blow.
Page 13 - YE gentlemen of England That live at home at ease, Ah ! little do you think upon The dangers of the seas. Give ear unto the mariners, And they will plainly show All the cares and the fears When the stormy winds do blow.
Page 50 - I answer that, in consequence of having seen many, the power is acquired, even without seeking after it, of distinguishing between accidental blemishes and excrescences which are continually varying the surface of nature's works, and the invariable general form which nature most frequently produces and always seems to intend in her productions.
Page 88 - Yes, love indeed is light from heaven ; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alia given, To lift from earth our low desire. Devotion wafts the mind above, But heaven itself descends in love ; A feeling from the Godhead caught, To wean from self each sordid thought ; A ray of him who form'd the whole ; A glory circling round the soul...
Page 30 - Or, turning to the Vatican, go see Laocoon's torture dignifying pain — A father's love and mortal's agony With an immortal's patience blending : — vain The struggle ; vain, against the coiling strain And gripe, and deepening of the dragon's grasp, The old man's clench ; the long envenom'd chain Rivets the living links, — the enormous asp Enforces pang on pang, and stifles gasp on gasp.
Page 32 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The God of life, and poesy, and light The Sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight; The shaft hath just been shot - the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might, And majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the Deity.
Page 14 - Tis that must bear us out ; To God we call for succour, For He it is, we know, That must aid us and save us, When the stormy winds do blow. The lawyer and the usurer That sit in gowns of fur, In closets warm, can take no harm...
Page 30 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him! — He is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.