Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Том 17John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1849 |
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... passed away from the minds of his children . The poet , a short time before his death , said that he " had never heard language - the English liturgy excepted - more sublime than that in which his devotional feelings at such moments ...
... passed away from the minds of his children . The poet , a short time before his death , said that he " had never heard language - the English liturgy excepted - more sublime than that in which his devotional feelings at such moments ...
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... passed from school to college with favorable auguries . He was in his thirteenth year when he entered college , and even from this early period his support was in part earned by his teaching younger boys . At this period he printed a ...
... passed from school to college with favorable auguries . He was in his thirteenth year when he entered college , and even from this early period his support was in part earned by his teaching younger boys . At this period he printed a ...
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... passed in the open air for the sake of economy . When he and Finl tyson were repairing dinnerless to their beds , they saved the life of a boy who was drowning , and then thought they earned a a far right to their dinner . The poet ...
... passed in the open air for the sake of economy . When he and Finl tyson were repairing dinnerless to their beds , they saved the life of a boy who was drowning , and then thought they earned a a far right to their dinner . The poet ...
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... passed some time in thinking instead of writing , would have been no bad discipline for a young prize - poet . Campbell would write , however , as much as he could , and he scribbled as much as he could on a whitewashed wall . By the ...
... passed some time in thinking instead of writing , would have been no bad discipline for a young prize - poet . Campbell would write , however , as much as he could , and he scribbled as much as he could on a whitewashed wall . By the ...
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... passed over to stock , whom he describes as " a mild , civil , Hamburgh . He was introduced to Klop- Our only intercourse was in Latin . " He gave Klopstock a copy of the third edition of " The Pleasures of Hope , " and Klopstock made ...
... passed over to stock , whom he describes as " a mild , civil , Hamburgh . He was introduced to Klop- Our only intercourse was in Latin . " He gave Klopstock a copy of the third edition of " The Pleasures of Hope , " and Klopstock made ...
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Стр. 172 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly , both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Стр. 467 - And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream...
Стр. 172 - And their warm tears; but all hath suffer'd change; For surely now our household hearths are cold, Our sons inherit us, our looks are strange, And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy. Or else the island princes over-bold Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things.
Стр. 239 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Стр. 172 - Thro' every hollow cave and alley lone Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown. We have had enough of action, and of motion we, Roll'd to starboard, roll'd to larboard, when the surge was seething free, Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam-fountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
Стр. 313 - Was war ein Gott, der nur von außen stieße, Im Kreis das All am Finger laufen ließe! Ihm ziemt's, die Welt im Innern zu bewegen, Natur in Sich, Sich in Natur zu hegen, So daß, was in Ihm lebt und webt und ist, Nie Seine Kraft, nie Seinen Geist vermißt.
Стр. 21 - ... think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore ! Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride, Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of Fame that died With the gallant good Riou : Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave ! While the billow mournful rolls, And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing Glory to the souls Of the Brave ! THE MARINERS OF ENGLAND.
Стр. 470 - And it was told the house of David, saying, Syria is confederate with Ephraim. And his heart was moved, and the heart of his people, as the trees of the wood are moved with the wind.
Стр. 172 - There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Стр. 181 - Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices, to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive...