The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, Volumen3Alexander Whitelaw 1833 |
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... silent Meditation , Assoiled live from that fiend Occupation- Improbes labor , which my spirits hath broke- I'd drink of time's rich cup and never surfeit , Fling in more days than went to make the gem That crown'd the white - top of ...
... silent Meditation , Assoiled live from that fiend Occupation- Improbes labor , which my spirits hath broke- I'd drink of time's rich cup and never surfeit , Fling in more days than went to make the gem That crown'd the white - top of ...
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... silent ruffians who conducted him to it . Their silence seemed prophetic of his fate , of the living grave that had been prepared for him . His menaces and his entreaties , his indignant appeals for jus- tice , and his impatient ...
... silent ruffians who conducted him to it . Their silence seemed prophetic of his fate , of the living grave that had been prepared for him . His menaces and his entreaties , his indignant appeals for jus- tice , and his impatient ...
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... silence of the tomb , are not so still and deep as the oppressive desolation by which he was encompassed . His heart sunk within him , and he threw himself dejectedly upon his couch of straw . Here sleep gradually obliterated the ...
... silence of the tomb , are not so still and deep as the oppressive desolation by which he was encompassed . His heart sunk within him , and he threw himself dejectedly upon his couch of straw . Here sleep gradually obliterated the ...
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... silent as a statue . He feared to breathe , almost , lest he might lose any sound which would warn him of their coming . While thus listening , with every faculty of mind and body strained to an agony of attention , it occurred to him ...
... silent as a statue . He feared to breathe , almost , lest he might lose any sound which would warn him of their coming . While thus listening , with every faculty of mind and body strained to an agony of attention , it occurred to him ...
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... silent musing for several hours . What mind shall conceive , what tongue utter , or what pen describe the dark and terrible character of his thoughts ! Like the fate that moulded them , they had no similitude in the wide range of this ...
... silent musing for several hours . What mind shall conceive , what tongue utter , or what pen describe the dark and terrible character of his thoughts ! Like the fate that moulded them , they had no similitude in the wide range of this ...
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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.