The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Volumen94Archibald Constable and Company, 1824 |
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... night , when the unclouded moon shone on the calm sea , he often went alone in his little shallop to the rocky caves that bordered it , and sitting beneath their shel- ter , wrote " The Triumph of Life , " the last of his productions ...
... night , when the unclouded moon shone on the calm sea , he often went alone in his little shallop to the rocky caves that bordered it , and sitting beneath their shel- ter , wrote " The Triumph of Life , " the last of his productions ...
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... dwell , When earth over her face night's man- tle wraps ; Between the severed mountains lay on high , Over the stream , a narrow rift of sky . And ever as she went , the Image lay With 14 [ July Shelley's Posthumous Poems .
... dwell , When earth over her face night's man- tle wraps ; Between the severed mountains lay on high , Over the stream , a narrow rift of sky . And ever as she went , the Image lay With 14 [ July Shelley's Posthumous Poems .
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... night , And clearer than the day-- In which the massy forests grew , As in the upper air , More perfect both in shape and hue Than any waving there . Like one beloved , the scene had lent To the dark water's breast Its every leaf and ...
... night , And clearer than the day-- In which the massy forests grew , As in the upper air , More perfect both in shape and hue Than any waving there . Like one beloved , the scene had lent To the dark water's breast Its every leaf and ...
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... night ? Many a weary night and day " Tis since thou art fled away . How shall ever one like me Win thee back again ? With the joyous and the free Thou wilt scoff at pain . Spirit false thou hast forgot All but those who need thee not ...
... night ? Many a weary night and day " Tis since thou art fled away . How shall ever one like me Win thee back again ? With the joyous and the free Thou wilt scoff at pain . Spirit false thou hast forgot All but those who need thee not ...
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... angler of the floods , Slow soaring took his flight ; I'd cross the blue lake in my skiff , To the lone cot beside the cliff , And dream of bliss all night ! C. A SPECTATOR , placed on any part of the earth's 24 [ July Loch - na - bo .
... angler of the floods , Slow soaring took his flight ; I'd cross the blue lake in my skiff , To the lone cot beside the cliff , And dream of bliss all night ! C. A SPECTATOR , placed on any part of the earth's 24 [ July Loch - na - bo .
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Página 250 - Then Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except ye eat the flesh of the Son of man, and drink his blood, ye have no life in you.
Página 14 - Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found, And walked with inward glory crowned — Nor fame nor power, nor love, nor leisure, Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Página 293 - I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers ; I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry ; — 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
Página 31 - One science only will one genius fit ; So vast is art, so narrow human wit : Not only bounded to peculiar arts, But oft in those confin'd to single parts.
Página 14 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Página 250 - Take, eat; this is my body which is given for you ; do this in remembrance of me. Likewise after supper he took the cup; and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of this; for this is my blood of the New Testament, which is shed for you and for many, for the remission of sins; do this, as oft as ye shall drink it, in remembrance of me.
Página 15 - Its passions will rock thee, As the storms rock the ravens on high ; Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Página 14 - Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet.
Página 13 - We wandered to the pine forest That skirts the Ocean's foam, The lightest wind was in its nest, The tempest in its home. The whispering waves were half asleep, The clouds were gone to play, And on the bosom of the deep, The smile of Heaven lay...
Página 535 - Husbands, love your wives, as Christ also loved the church and delivered himself up for it: That he might sanctify it, cleansing it by the laver of water in the word of life: That he might present it to himself, a glorious church, not having spot or wrinkle or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish.