The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Volume 1Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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... Soul's Errand .. • • Address to the Nightingale . C ◊ • • • PAGE 125 125 • 128 128 • 129 129 131 131 • • 133 • • 133 134 135 135 136 • 137 137 138 138 139 • 140 141 • 141 143 • 145 146 • 146 • 146 147 148 150 150 151 • 151 151 151 152 ...
... Soul's Errand .. • • Address to the Nightingale . C ◊ • • • PAGE 125 125 • 128 128 • 129 129 131 131 • • 133 • • 133 134 135 135 136 • 137 137 138 138 139 • 140 141 • 141 143 • 145 146 • 146 • 146 147 148 150 150 151 • 151 151 151 152 ...
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... soul . It is the voice of years that are gone ; they roll before me with all their deeds ; and under this true poetic inspiration , giving vent to genius , it is no wonder that we should so often hear and acknowledge , in his strains ...
... soul . It is the voice of years that are gone ; they roll before me with all their deeds ; and under this true poetic inspiration , giving vent to genius , it is no wonder that we should so often hear and acknowledge , in his strains ...
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... soul . Her blue eyes rolled on him in secret ; and she blessed the chief of Morven . The metaphors of Ossian , such as , In peace thou art the gale of spring - in war , the mountain storm , and his similes , such as , The music of Carol ...
... soul . Her blue eyes rolled on him in secret ; and she blessed the chief of Morven . The metaphors of Ossian , such as , In peace thou art the gale of spring - in war , the mountain storm , and his similes , such as , The music of Carol ...
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... soul shall depart in the sound . My fathers shall hear it in their airy hall . Their dim faces shall hang , with joy , from their clouds ; and their hands receive their son . The aged oak bends over the stream . It sighs with all its ...
... soul shall depart in the sound . My fathers shall hear it in their airy hall . Their dim faces shall hang , with joy , from their clouds ; and their hands receive their son . The aged oak bends over the stream . It sighs with all its ...
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... soul ? The chiefs of other times are departed . They have gone without their fame . The sons of future years shall pass away . Another race shall arise . The people are like the waves of the ocean ; like the leaves of woody Morven they ...
... soul ? The chiefs of other times are departed . They have gone without their fame . The sons of future years shall pass away . Another race shall arise . The people are like the waves of the ocean ; like the leaves of woody Morven they ...
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Page 316 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 302 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 311 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Page 490 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Page 478 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 478 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 303 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.
Page 304 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 307 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 305 - She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them.