The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, 86. kötetArchibald Constable and Company, 1820 |
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... that I have saved thy life : that I have taught thee to conduct a canoe : to arm thy- self with a bow and arrows : and to surprise the beaver in the forest . What wast thou 1820.3 5 Causes of the Excellence of Early Poetry .
... that I have saved thy life : that I have taught thee to conduct a canoe : to arm thy- self with a bow and arrows : and to surprise the beaver in the forest . What wast thou 1820.3 5 Causes of the Excellence of Early Poetry .
6. oldal
... thou wast ignorant of every thing . Thou owedst all things to me . Wilt thou go over to thy nation and take up the hatchet against us ? ' The of ficer replied , that he would rather lose his own life than turn himself against his ...
... thou wast ignorant of every thing . Thou owedst all things to me . Wilt thou go over to thy nation and take up the hatchet against us ? ' The of ficer replied , that he would rather lose his own life than turn himself against his ...
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... thou day - dreaming Spirit , who dost look Upon the future , as the charmed book Of Fate were open'd to thine eyes alone- Thou who dost cull , from moments stolen and gone Into eternity , memorial things To deck the days to come - thy ...
... thou day - dreaming Spirit , who dost look Upon the future , as the charmed book Of Fate were open'd to thine eyes alone- Thou who dost cull , from moments stolen and gone Into eternity , memorial things To deck the days to come - thy ...
11. oldal
... thou indeed no phantom which my brain Has conjured out of grief and desperate pain- And shall I then from day to day behold Thee again , and still again ? Oh ! speak to me , their powers , run earth tone , own , And saw the hectic flush ...
... thou indeed no phantom which my brain Has conjured out of grief and desperate pain- And shall I then from day to day behold Thee again , and still again ? Oh ! speak to me , their powers , run earth tone , own , And saw the hectic flush ...
12. oldal
... thou anguish on thy brow , And is the valour of the moment gone ? Fair Julia , thou art smiling now alone : The hero and the husband weeps at last Alas , alas ! and lo ! he stands aghast , Bankrupt in every hope , and silently gasps ...
... thou anguish on thy brow , And is the valour of the moment gone ? Fair Julia , thou art smiling now alone : The hero and the husband weeps at last Alas , alas ! and lo ! he stands aghast , Bankrupt in every hope , and silently gasps ...
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309. oldal - 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...
309. oldal - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...
536. oldal - Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, He is in the desert ; go not forth : behold, He is in the secret chambers ; believe it not.
308. oldal - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
309. oldal - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
309. oldal - 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...
309. oldal - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
308. oldal - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees ; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one ; Loosens her fragrant bodice ; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees : Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St.
308. oldal - Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
308. oldal - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.