The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, Volumen3Alexander Whitelaw 1833 |
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... dark - we lose ourselves - and lose sight of the object of our pursuit - yet still we are gaining upon it unknown and imperceptibly to ourselves . The light is hidden , though just at hand , and finally , all at once bursts upon us ...
... dark - we lose ourselves - and lose sight of the object of our pursuit - yet still we are gaining upon it unknown and imperceptibly to ourselves . The light is hidden , though just at hand , and finally , all at once bursts upon us ...
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... darkness , and know no more of the world than a ground mole , turn up their noses at these my especial friends . Did they know what they ought to know , before they set themselves up as teachers ; did they only know that when men have ...
... darkness , and know no more of the world than a ground mole , turn up their noses at these my especial friends . Did they know what they ought to know , before they set themselves up as teachers ; did they only know that when men have ...
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... woman's yarn from the manufactory , and it was almost dark before I got home . " During his brief dia- logue , he had shot ahead of me two or three times . " You are no great walker , I see , " said Mr Lightly DYSPEPSY . 21.
... woman's yarn from the manufactory , and it was almost dark before I got home . " During his brief dia- logue , he had shot ahead of me two or three times . " You are no great walker , I see , " said Mr Lightly DYSPEPSY . 21.
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... darkness spread Over my young years ! On my wakeful pillow lying , Still the mourners haunt my sight , While I wear ... dark and lone , As I wander down - unknown- To an early tomb ! In my sad heart , Hope is dying- Hope , that once was ...
... darkness spread Over my young years ! On my wakeful pillow lying , Still the mourners haunt my sight , While I wear ... dark and lone , As I wander down - unknown- To an early tomb ! In my sad heart , Hope is dying- Hope , that once was ...
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... darkness , dust , and ashes ! No more cat - calls from the galleries — no more smiles from the boxes no more groans from the pit ! Every thing , as we said , was consumed . Among the rest , that same drop - scene which has led us ...
... darkness , dust , and ashes ! No more cat - calls from the galleries — no more smiles from the boxes no more groans from the pit ! Every thing , as we said , was consumed . Among the rest , that same drop - scene which has led us ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abeona Abnakis Ahasuerus Anatolius arms beautiful blessed boat BOTHWELL CASTLE breath Cæsar calomel child clane Colonel Hill cried dark death deep delight door dream earth Edwards eyes Eyloff face father Father Flanagan fear feel fell felt filly fire George Somers Glasgow Glencoe Greenock hand happy head heard heart heaven honour hope hour Jeannot Jesuit Julian knew lady laugh Lelia light living look Lord Lucerne madam marriage marry master Merry Michaul mind morning mother mountain negroes never night Nocton Norridgewocks o'er Otoolpha ould passed poor priest replied rich rocks round says Jack scene seemed side silence slaves sleep smile soon sorrow soul spirit stood stranger sure Switzerland syllabub tears tell thee thing thou thought took turned voice Waldstetten white mustard wife wild wonder word young youth
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Página 335 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 335 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Página 332 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from the dream of life ; Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Página 334 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
Página 331 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
Página 328 - The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
Página 333 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Página 334 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Página 140 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Página 388 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. " The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.