The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., Volume 1John Aitken, 1824 - 420 pagina's Includes poetry and prose, chiefly by contemporary writers, including Shelley, Byron, Hunt, Scott, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, and many others. |
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... Children The Cavern of Hoonga The Too - early opening Flower A Frenchman Maxim The Disinterment Kilmeny Hell's Bridge The First of March The Wife M'Diarmid 127 • Byron 135 C. Lloyd 136 Mariner's Tonga Islands 138 Bowring 140 Heylin ...
... Children The Cavern of Hoonga The Too - early opening Flower A Frenchman Maxim The Disinterment Kilmeny Hell's Bridge The First of March The Wife M'Diarmid 127 • Byron 135 C. Lloyd 136 Mariner's Tonga Islands 138 Bowring 140 Heylin ...
Pagina 5
... children . The dis- tinction of ranks was still visible , but it was softened down by one per- vading spirit of humble Christianity . So trooped they along to the house of God - the clear tinkle of the bell was heard the seats were ...
... children . The dis- tinction of ranks was still visible , but it was softened down by one per- vading spirit of humble Christianity . So trooped they along to the house of God - the clear tinkle of the bell was heard the seats were ...
Pagina 11
... child . But now it was overflowing with a pure passion , and her eyes beheld no longer the shadows and mists of her native moun- tains , her ears heard no longer the murmurs of her native stream . Ed- ward Ashton was now to her all in ...
... child . But now it was overflowing with a pure passion , and her eyes beheld no longer the shadows and mists of her native moun- tains , her ears heard no longer the murmurs of her native stream . Ed- ward Ashton was now to her all in ...
Pagina 24
... child ; I have not the honour of knowing the gentleman . ' • But he knows your fondness for roses ; I mentioned it one day before him , the only time I ever met him , at Madame de S.'s . Is it not true , sir , that my unfortunate ...
... child ; I have not the honour of knowing the gentleman . ' • But he knows your fondness for roses ; I mentioned it one day before him , the only time I ever met him , at Madame de S.'s . Is it not true , sir , that my unfortunate ...
Pagina 33
... child has a reasonable respect for a Raw - head- and - bloody - bones , because all images whatsoever of pain and terror are new and fearful to his inexperienced age : but sufferings merely phy- sical ( unless sublimated like those of ...
... child has a reasonable respect for a Raw - head- and - bloody - bones , because all images whatsoever of pain and terror are new and fearful to his inexperienced age : but sufferings merely phy- sical ( unless sublimated like those of ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 72 - The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Pagina 387 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Pagina 414 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Pagina 382 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Pagina 386 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot" from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Pagina 386 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between.
Pagina 391 - And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Who now doth crazy go, Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Pagina 414 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Pagina 384 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand so brown.
Pagina 268 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.