The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., Band 1John Aitken, 1824 - 420 Seiten Includes poetry and prose, chiefly by contemporary writers, including Shelley, Byron, Hunt, Scott, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, and many others. |
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... breathing re- pose of nature , but all rural labour was at rest ; and it might almost have been said , that the motionless clouds , the deep blue vault , the fragrant air , and the still earth , were all united together in one sweet ...
... breathing re- pose of nature , but all rural labour was at rest ; and it might almost have been said , that the motionless clouds , the deep blue vault , the fragrant air , and the still earth , were all united together in one sweet ...
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... breathe more freely , and had just strength to stand up when the congregation rose to prayer . He saw glimmering and un- steady - beside him the meek placid countenances of the widow and her daughter and turned away his eyes from them ...
... breathe more freely , and had just strength to stand up when the congregation rose to prayer . He saw glimmering and un- steady - beside him the meek placid countenances of the widow and her daughter and turned away his eyes from them ...
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... breathe their most voluptuous sounds . Now comes the hour of gambling . His woods , his lands , his moveables , are all hazarded again , and again ; ten times in the night they are lost and won . A castle totters on a single card : the ...
... breathe their most voluptuous sounds . Now comes the hour of gambling . His woods , his lands , his moveables , are all hazarded again , and again ; ten times in the night they are lost and won . A castle totters on a single card : the ...
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... breath has play'd , Whatever isles of ocean fann'd , Come to my blossom - woven shade , Thou wand'ring Wind of fairy land ! For sure from some enchanted isle , Where Heaven and Love their Sabbath hold , Where pure and happy spirits ...
... breath has play'd , Whatever isles of ocean fann'd , Come to my blossom - woven shade , Thou wand'ring Wind of fairy land ! For sure from some enchanted isle , Where Heaven and Love their Sabbath hold , Where pure and happy spirits ...
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... breathing , blushing hour , When all unheavenly passions fly ; Chased by the soul - subduing power Of love's delicious witchery . Oh ! sacred to the fall of day , Queen of propitious stars ... breath Embalms thy soft THE CABINET . 29.
... breathing , blushing hour , When all unheavenly passions fly ; Chased by the soul - subduing power Of love's delicious witchery . Oh ! sacred to the fall of day , Queen of propitious stars ... breath Embalms thy soft THE CABINET . 29.
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affection Agenor Alberti Amelia Ansaldo appeared archbishop of Riga arms beautiful behold Bianca bosom breast breath bright burgomaster church countenance dark daugh daughter dead dear death dream ducats earth Egyptian hieroglyphics Ernest Evaline eyes father fear feelings felt flowers frae gaze Genovino gentle Gianetto grave hand happy hath head heard heart heaven honour hope hour husband Julia Kilmeny knew lady leave light live looked Lord Ludovico Sforza Marano Mary Stewart Masaniello Melmoth mind morning mother mountains nature never night o'er once Oneyo passed passion poor replied returned Rosario rose rose-tree round Samian wine scene seemed sigh silent sleep smile soon sorrow soul sound spirit St Bridget stood stranger sweet tears tell tender thee thing thou thought tion took trembling turned Venice viceroy voice walk wife wild wind words young youth
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Seite 72 - The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Seite 387 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Seite 414 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Seite 382 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Seite 386 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot" from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Seite 386 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between.
Seite 391 - And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Who now doth crazy go, Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Seite 414 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Seite 384 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand so brown.
Seite 268 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.