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Unnoticed to the rock we softly stept : The white man's eyes were shut ; the
warrior wept, Leaning upon his hand ; the youth read on ; And then we knew the
group : the Chieftain's son Training to be his Country's Christian guide— And ...
Unnoticed to the rock we softly stept : The white man's eyes were shut ; the
warrior wept, Leaning upon his hand ; the youth read on ; And then we knew the
group : the Chieftain's son Training to be his Country's Christian guide— And ...
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I knew him at a glance, though he was a good deal altered ; and he knew me, too
, as soon as his eye rested on my face. Merry was by this time about twenty years
of age, or thereabouts, and a finer looking fellow never trod the quarter-deck.
I knew him at a glance, though he was a good deal altered ; and he knew me, too
, as soon as his eye rested on my face. Merry was by this time about twenty years
of age, or thereabouts, and a finer looking fellow never trod the quarter-deck.
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... while he glanced — at the starving, and perhaps infected wife, or child, or old
parent as helpless as the child, — he blessed God, and died. The appearance of
a comforter at his wretched bed-side, even when he knew comfort to be useless,
...
... while he glanced — at the starving, and perhaps infected wife, or child, or old
parent as helpless as the child, — he blessed God, and died. The appearance of
a comforter at his wretched bed-side, even when he knew comfort to be useless,
...
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He said— but I knew not what he meant— That his aged heart with sorrow was
rent. He spoke of the grave as a place of rest, Where the weary sleep in peace,
and are bless'd ; And he told how his kindred there were laid, And the friends with
...
He said— but I knew not what he meant— That his aged heart with sorrow was
rent. He spoke of the grave as a place of rest, Where the weary sleep in peace,
and are bless'd ; And he told how his kindred there were laid, And the friends with
...
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One friar was Father Boniface, And he ne'er knew disquiet, Save when
condemned to saying grace O'er mortifying diet. The other was lean Dominick,
Whose slender form, and sallow. Would scarce have made a candlewick For
Boniface's ...
One friar was Father Boniface, And he ne'er knew disquiet, Save when
condemned to saying grace O'er mortifying diet. The other was lean Dominick,
Whose slender form, and sallow. Would scarce have made a candlewick For
Boniface's ...
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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.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, Alexander Whitelaw |
| Editor | Alexander Whitelaw |
| Publicado | 1833 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 25 Sep. 2006 |
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