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... close reality of his portrait . He calls into the matter of his works , a blending of observation with imagination , and of both with an ingenuity , for the result of which , others trust to the unaided , and the unguided fervor of ...
... close reality of his portrait . He calls into the matter of his works , a blending of observation with imagination , and of both with an ingenuity , for the result of which , others trust to the unaided , and the unguided fervor of ...
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... summer lake at the golden close of day ! The vision and the voice are o'er ! but when shall be forgot The buried Genius of Romance - the imperishable Scott ! " THE ASTROLOGER . A TALE OF GRENADA . " TANGLED 10 [ Nov. SIR WALTER SCOTT .
... summer lake at the golden close of day ! The vision and the voice are o'er ! but when shall be forgot The buried Genius of Romance - the imperishable Scott ! " THE ASTROLOGER . A TALE OF GRENADA . " TANGLED 10 [ Nov. SIR WALTER SCOTT .
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... close . He saw Grenada's dreaded fall , The cross upon her bloody wall , Then came long years of pain and an- guish , When reft of hope the faithful languish , Slaves on the self - same holy soil Their sires had won with blood and toil ...
... close . He saw Grenada's dreaded fall , The cross upon her bloody wall , Then came long years of pain and an- guish , When reft of hope the faithful languish , Slaves on the self - same holy soil Their sires had won with blood and toil ...
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... close , how does the playful teasing of the brides , with the glad news that all is safe , delight and satisfy . In common language , " it ends well . " Nor is the play wanting in those bursts of genius for which its author is ...
... close , how does the playful teasing of the brides , with the glad news that all is safe , delight and satisfy . In common language , " it ends well . " Nor is the play wanting in those bursts of genius for which its author is ...
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... close respirations , else why - how those incitements to effort , which came ever and anon , like oil to the fire , raging at his vitals . The chill of collegiate authority , dif- fusing itself over him as over the wanton throng ...
... close respirations , else why - how those incitements to effort , which came ever and anon , like oil to the fire , raging at his vitals . The chill of collegiate authority , dif- fusing itself over him as over the wanton throng ...
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Página 356 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Página 172 - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign ; As man ere long and this new world shall know.
Página 172 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Página 323 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Página 172 - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Página 49 - Needs must thou prove a name most dear and holy To me, a son, a brother, and a friend, A husband, and a father! who revere All bonds of natural love, and find them all Within the limits of thy rocky shores.
Página 46 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula) to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
Página 340 - The ancient prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell ; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour, On earth is not his fellow.
Página 294 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Página 139 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.