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... character . Violent conclusive ? What better authority could emotions are apt to be succeeded by we possibly have than his lordship's their opposites . Contempt naturally judgment in the case ? or who could be follows disabused esteem ...
... character . Violent conclusive ? What better authority could emotions are apt to be succeeded by we possibly have than his lordship's their opposites . Contempt naturally judgment in the case ? or who could be follows disabused esteem ...
Pagina 6
... character . It is amusing to trace his meanderings . To - day , he offers some fruit of his fecundity as a tribute of gratitude and a testimony of regard to a noble relative ; * - to - morrow , disa- Vows the acknowledgment ; and the ...
... character . It is amusing to trace his meanderings . To - day , he offers some fruit of his fecundity as a tribute of gratitude and a testimony of regard to a noble relative ; * - to - morrow , disa- Vows the acknowledgment ; and the ...
Pagina 8
... character than his own . One turn of the public taste ; his gall was would have imagined that in twelve mistaken for spirit , his affectation for several and successive efforts of his feeling , and his harshness for originality . muse ...
... character than his own . One turn of the public taste ; his gall was would have imagined that in twelve mistaken for spirit , his affectation for several and successive efforts of his feeling , and his harshness for originality . muse ...
Pagina 14
... character as to proceed in the path of intelligibility , and to propose to itself some meaning and purpose , if not some moral end . And now for this " wild and singu- " And would his death - fixed eye be terrible 14 MAY , Coleridge's ...
... character as to proceed in the path of intelligibility , and to propose to itself some meaning and purpose , if not some moral end . And now for this " wild and singu- " And would his death - fixed eye be terrible 14 MAY , Coleridge's ...
Pagina 21
... character is such as to entitle her to much respect . The author has endeavoured in a very lame manner to support her constancy by the pretext , not a very new one , and in the present instance clumsily enough inserted , of a starving ...
... character is such as to entitle her to much respect . The author has endeavoured in a very lame manner to support her constancy by the pretext , not a very new one , and in the present instance clumsily enough inserted , of a starving ...
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Pagina 10 - At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Pagina 296 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Pagina 296 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Pagina 296 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Pagina 296 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Pagina 349 - Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
Pagina 9 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Pagina 296 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Pagina 349 - Or to look, list'ning, on the scattered leaves, While Autumn winds were at their evening song. These were my pastimes, and to be alone ; For if the beings, of whom I was one, — Hating to be so, — cross'd me in my path, I felt myself degraded back to them, And was all clay again.
Pagina 422 - I stoop not to despair; For I have battled with mine agony, And made me wings wherewith to overfly The narrow circus of my dungeon wall...