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Pagina 3
... thought so much of death , as since she had come to Switzerland . - From Switzerland , I proceeded in the spring to fair Italy ; but what shall I say of that unfortunate country . I found the people still as I had left them ten years ...
... thought so much of death , as since she had come to Switzerland . - From Switzerland , I proceeded in the spring to fair Italy ; but what shall I say of that unfortunate country . I found the people still as I had left them ten years ...
Pagina 5
... thought himself inspired by the genius of the country , and exclaimed - Ch ' apprends à etre fif - hé ! hé ! while he was only noisy , and jumped clumsily over chairs and tables , upsetting bottles and decanters , was affording a coarse ...
... thought himself inspired by the genius of the country , and exclaimed - Ch ' apprends à etre fif - hé ! hé ! while he was only noisy , and jumped clumsily over chairs and tables , upsetting bottles and decanters , was affording a coarse ...
Pagina 12
... thought and action there is a well - known affinity . Eustace was a quiet and benignant man , naturally attached to monarchical forms , as more consonant to the hierarchical order of his faith . Yet he was an English subject , and , as ...
... thought and action there is a well - known affinity . Eustace was a quiet and benignant man , naturally attached to monarchical forms , as more consonant to the hierarchical order of his faith . Yet he was an English subject , and , as ...
Pagina 17
... thought it good to set down in writing a memorable de- bate , wherein I was a listener , and two men of pregnant parts and great reputation discoursers ; hoping that my friends will not be displeased to have a record both of the strange ...
... thought it good to set down in writing a memorable de- bate , wherein I was a listener , and two men of pregnant parts and great reputation discoursers ; hoping that my friends will not be displeased to have a record both of the strange ...
Pagina 26
... thought himself a prophet . They taught them to abuse popery , till every drummer fancied that he was as infallible as a Pope . " Then it was that religion changed her nature . She was no longer the parent of arts and letters , of ...
... thought himself a prophet . They taught them to abuse popery , till every drummer fancied that he was as infallible as a Pope . " Then it was that religion changed her nature . She was no longer the parent of arts and letters , of ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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Populaire passages
Pagina 38 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Pagina 191 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Pagina 83 - Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The tree of knowledge is not that of life.
Pagina 189 - SWIFT as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory and of good, the sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his splendour, and the mask Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth. The smokeless altars of the mountain snows Flamed above crimson clouds, and at the birth Of light, the Ocean's orison arose, To which the birds tempered their matin lay.
Pagina 86 - Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare : Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way : O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love.
Pagina 190 - I PANT for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst is a dying flower; Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine, Loosen the notes in a silver shower; Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain, I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.
Pagina 190 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight...
Pagina 191 - The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
Pagina 39 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Pagina 304 - ... to some misshapen idol over the ruined dome of our proudest temple, and shall see a single naked fisherman wash his nets in the river of the ten thousand masts...