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... character at in- tervals of short periods of years , it has yet undergone no radi- cal or sensible alteration during the efflux of many ages . Some philosophers attempt to explain such facts as are now stated , from the supposed ...
... character at in- tervals of short periods of years , it has yet undergone no radi- cal or sensible alteration during the efflux of many ages . Some philosophers attempt to explain such facts as are now stated , from the supposed ...
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... character of our climate . One of the first who advanced that opinion , was the ingenious Richard Bradley , Fellow of the Royal Society , and Professor of Botany in the University of Cambridge . In A Survey of the Ancient Husbandry and ...
... character of our climate . One of the first who advanced that opinion , was the ingenious Richard Bradley , Fellow of the Royal Society , and Professor of Botany in the University of Cambridge . In A Survey of the Ancient Husbandry and ...
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... A similar observation extends to all the products of gar- dening . A succession of diligent culture softens the character of the vegetable tribes , and renders them more delicate , 23 June Polar Ice , and a North - West Passage .
... A similar observation extends to all the products of gar- dening . A succession of diligent culture softens the character of the vegetable tribes , and renders them more delicate , 23 June Polar Ice , and a North - West Passage .
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... character was 1811 , famous for its excellent vintage , and distinguished by the appearance of a brilliant comet . On glancing over these slight notices , it is obvious that no material change has taken place for the last thousand years ...
... character was 1811 , famous for its excellent vintage , and distinguished by the appearance of a brilliant comet . On glancing over these slight notices , it is obvious that no material change has taken place for the last thousand years ...
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... character , —it might almost be said , of the very person of the writer . When we speak or think of Rousseau or Byron , we are not conscious of speaking or thinking of an author . We have a vague but em- passioned remembrance of men of ...
... character , —it might almost be said , of the very person of the writer . When we speak or think of Rousseau or Byron , we are not conscious of speaking or thinking of an author . We have a vague but em- passioned remembrance of men of ...
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Page 116 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 101 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, — Where the Day joins the past Eternity, While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Page 115 - Dark-heaving — boundless, endless and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 107 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald; — how profound The gulf! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Page 107 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Page 192 - Party is a body of men united, for promoting by their joint endeavours the national interest, upon some particular principle in which they are all agreed.
Page 115 - The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him...
Page 114 - It will not bear the brightness of the day, Which streams too much on all years, man, have reft away.
Page 116 - Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell...
Page 109 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.