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... Question of the Origi- nality of the Poem of Dante . By F. Cancellieri III . Mélanges d'Histoire et de Litterature IV . 1. Observations on the Geology of the United States of America . By William Maclure . 317 351 2. An Elementary ...
... Question of the Origi- nality of the Poem of Dante . By F. Cancellieri III . Mélanges d'Histoire et de Litterature IV . 1. Observations on the Geology of the United States of America . By William Maclure . 317 351 2. An Elementary ...
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... Question of Reform in the Burghs of Scotland XII . A Journey to Rome and Naples , performed in 1817 ; giving an Account of the present State of Socie- ty in Italy , and containing Observations on the Fine Arts . By Henry Sass , Student ...
... Question of Reform in the Burghs of Scotland XII . A Journey to Rome and Naples , performed in 1817 ; giving an Account of the present State of Socie- ty in Italy , and containing Observations on the Fine Arts . By Henry Sass , Student ...
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... question of the periodical formation and destruction of the Polar Ice , it becomes neces- sary to explain the true principles which regulate the distribu- tion of heat over the globe . This we shall attempt to perform , independent of ...
... question of the periodical formation and destruction of the Polar Ice , it becomes neces- sary to explain the true principles which regulate the distribu- tion of heat over the globe . This we shall attempt to perform , independent of ...
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... question is now completely resolved ; and the freezing of sea water is established both by observation and experiment . The product , however , is an im- perfect sort of ice , easily distinguishable from the result of a regular ...
... question is now completely resolved ; and the freezing of sea water is established both by observation and experiment . The product , however , is an im- perfect sort of ice , easily distinguishable from the result of a regular ...
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... questions , having asked a shepherd in Fife , whether the killing of the notorious Sharp , Archbishop of St. An drews , ( which had happened in May , ) was murder ; he re- plied , that he could not tell , but there had been fine wea ...
... questions , having asked a shepherd in Fife , whether the killing of the notorious Sharp , Archbishop of St. An drews , ( which had happened in May , ) was murder ; he re- plied , that he could not tell , but there had been fine wea ...
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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.