Colloquies, Desultory, But Chiefly Upon Poetry and Poets: Between an Elder, Enthusiastic, and an Apostle of the LawOrr and Company and Houlston and Stonemen, 1844 - 268 oldal |
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12. oldal
... pleasant prospect and a brawling brook , — everything , in short , except the bursting of an engine or sepulchral symptoms in a tunnel . Be it then known unto thee , friendly Reader , by these presents , which come greeting , that the ...
... pleasant prospect and a brawling brook , — everything , in short , except the bursting of an engine or sepulchral symptoms in a tunnel . Be it then known unto thee , friendly Reader , by these presents , which come greeting , that the ...
13. oldal
... pleasant to communicate . A desire to avoid divulging the exact antiquity of the chronicle com- menced by Time coëval with our birth , is a delicate refinement now so generally displayed , that a definite reference to the calendar is ...
... pleasant to communicate . A desire to avoid divulging the exact antiquity of the chronicle com- menced by Time coëval with our birth , is a delicate refinement now so generally displayed , that a definite reference to the calendar is ...
22. oldal
... pleasant - looking for a laayer ! " Enfin , ( dissyllabic darling of our neighbours , help me to an end ! ) enfin , I became that which I am . Blackstone , in his " Farewell to the Muse , " enume- rates a train of penalties , contingent ...
... pleasant - looking for a laayer ! " Enfin , ( dissyllabic darling of our neighbours , help me to an end ! ) enfin , I became that which I am . Blackstone , in his " Farewell to the Muse , " enume- rates a train of penalties , contingent ...
24. oldal
... pleasant dream , and little recked she of the superadded " labor and sorrow " that must have been entailed on her by the fruition of her wish . For my own part , my aspirations are less presumptious ; and a silk gown , which never would ...
... pleasant dream , and little recked she of the superadded " labor and sorrow " that must have been entailed on her by the fruition of her wish . For my own part , my aspirations are less presumptious ; and a silk gown , which never would ...
26. oldal
... pleasant season did my heart employ ; My old remembrances went from me wholly , And all the ways of men , so vain and melancholy . " Who has not smiled at his own locomotive irregula- rities , when governed by the impulses of an ecstasy ...
... pleasant season did my heart employ ; My old remembrances went from me wholly , And all the ways of men , so vain and melancholy . " Who has not smiled at his own locomotive irregula- rities , when governed by the impulses of an ecstasy ...
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180. oldal - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
177. oldal - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
201. oldal - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
153. oldal - We rest. — A dream has power to poison sleep ; We rise. — One wandering thought pollutes the day ; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away : It is the same!
192. oldal - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year most part deform'd With dripping rains, or wither'd by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
38. oldal - May plume her feathers and let grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd...
191. oldal - I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho
14. oldal - Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirty years ; few and evil have the days of the years of my life been...
110. oldal - More sweet than odours caught by him who sails Near spicy shores of Araby the blest, A thousand times more exquisitely sweet, The freight of holy feeling which we meet, In thoughtful moments, wafted by the gales From fields where good men walk, or bowers wherein they rest.
253. oldal - Speak, whimpering younglings; and make known The reason why Ye droop, and weep. Is it for want of sleep; Or childish lullaby ? Or, that ye have not seen as yet The violet? Or brought a kiss From that sweetheart to this? No, no; this sorrow, shown By your tears shed, Would have this lecture read, * That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought forth.