Literary Hours: Or, Sketches Critical and Narrative, 1. kötetJ. Burkitt, 1800 |
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22. oldal
... thee born of man . So numerous are the passages in which the descriptive powers of our poet are called forth , that the task of selection becomes difficult . I have chosen , however , a couple of scenes whose leading features are ...
... thee born of man . So numerous are the passages in which the descriptive powers of our poet are called forth , that the task of selection becomes difficult . I have chosen , however , a couple of scenes whose leading features are ...
66. oldal
... : the Raddock would , With charitable bill , bring thee all this ; Yea , and furr'd moss besides , when flowers are none , To winter - gown thy corse . rendered doubly poignant by a very splendid imagination , in 66 NO . III . LITERARY.
... : the Raddock would , With charitable bill , bring thee all this ; Yea , and furr'd moss besides , when flowers are none , To winter - gown thy corse . rendered doubly poignant by a very splendid imagination , in 66 NO . III . LITERARY.
75. oldal
... thee that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour , when , stealing from the noise Of care and envy , sweet remembrance sooth , With virtue's kindest looks , his aching breast , And NO . IV . 75 HOURS .
... thee that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour , when , stealing from the noise Of care and envy , sweet remembrance sooth , With virtue's kindest looks , his aching breast , And NO . IV . 75 HOURS .
88. oldal
... thee from thy native village ; war , unnatural war , snatched thee from thy Fanny and her infant . Where art thou , best of wives ? thy Wolkmar lives ! report deceived thee , Daughter of affliction ! for the warrior rests not in the ...
... thee from thy native village ; war , unnatural war , snatched thee from thy Fanny and her infant . Where art thou , best of wives ? thy Wolkmar lives ! report deceived thee , Daughter of affliction ! for the warrior rests not in the ...
89. oldal
... thee over the wilds of Switzerland . Long be thy rest , O Wolkmar ; may sleep sit pleasant on thy soul . Yet not long did Wolkmar rest ; starting , he beheld the dog , who , seizing his coat , had shook it with violence ; and having ...
... thee over the wilds of Switzerland . Long be thy rest , O Wolkmar ; may sleep sit pleasant on thy soul . Yet not long did Wolkmar rest ; starting , he beheld the dog , who , seizing his coat , had shook it with violence ; and having ...
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195. oldal - Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
375. oldal - Daughters; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his Seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
409. oldal - With lust and violence the house of God? In courts and palaces he also reigns, And in luxurious cities, where the noise Of riot ascends above their loftiest towers, And injury, and outrage: And when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
411. oldal - A pillar of state : deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care : And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin...
66. oldal - With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
331. oldal - Now gliding remote, on the verge of the sky, The moon half extinguished her crescent displays ; But lately I marked, when majestic on high She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze. Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue The path that conducts thee to splendor again : But man's faded glory what change shall renew? Ah, fool...
338. oldal - As I left this place, and entered into the next field, a second pleasure entertained me : 'twas a handsome milkmaid, that had not yet attained so much age and wisdom as to load her mind with any fears of many things that will never be...
412. oldal - On the other side up-rose Belial, in act more graceful and humane : A fairer person lost not Heaven ; he seem'd For dignity compos'd, and high exploit : But all was false and hollow ; though his tongue Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels : for his thoughts were low...
331. oldal - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore...
30. oldal - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.