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... Hobhouse , the truest and sincerest , as well as ablest of his friends , to whom the fourth Canto is dedicated in terms of the most touching kindness and manly respect , and from various other sources , we have collected whatever seemed ...
... Hobhouse , the truest and sincerest , as well as ablest of his friends , to whom the fourth Canto is dedicated in terms of the most touching kindness and manly respect , and from various other sources , we have collected whatever seemed ...
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... Hobhouse , " with the spray of the immortal rill , and here , if any where , should have felt the poetic inspiration : we drank deep , too , of the spring ; but- ( I can answer for myself ) —without feeling sensible of any extraor ...
... Hobhouse , " with the spray of the immortal rill , and here , if any where , should have felt the poetic inspiration : we drank deep , too , of the spring ; but- ( I can answer for myself ) —without feeling sensible of any extraor ...
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... ( Hobhouse says they were vultures -- at least in conversation ) , and I seized the omen . On the day before , I composed the lines to Parnassus ( in Childe Harold ) , and on beholding the birds , had a hope that Apollo had accepted my ...
... ( Hobhouse says they were vultures -- at least in conversation ) , and I seized the omen . On the day before , I composed the lines to Parnassus ( in Childe Harold ) , and on beholding the birds , had a hope that Apollo had accepted my ...
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... Hobhouse , " every antiquity of which there is now any trace in the Acropolis , was in a tolerable state of pre- servation . This great temple might , at that period , be called entire ; - having been previously a Christian church , it ...
... Hobhouse , " every antiquity of which there is now any trace in the Acropolis , was in a tolerable state of pre- servation . This great temple might , at that period , be called entire ; - having been previously a Christian church , it ...
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... Hobhouse , " we were in the channel , with Ithaca , then in the hands of the French , to the west of us . We were close to it , and saw a few shrubs on a brown heathy land , two little towns in the hills , scattered amongst trees , and ...
... Hobhouse , " we were in the channel , with Ithaca , then in the hands of the French , to the west of us . We were close to it , and saw a few shrubs on a brown heathy land , two little towns in the hills , scattered amongst trees , and ...
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Page 267 - 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 144 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Page 249 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him! — He is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 205 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Page 142 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 77 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 144 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 143 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 174 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Page 165 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...