The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Croly, Volume 1

Willis and Sotheran, 1830
0 Críticas
As críticas não são validadas, mas a Google verifica a existência de conteúdo falso e remove-o quando é identificado

Opinião das pessoas - Escrever uma crítica

Não foram encontradas quaisquer críticas nos locais habituais.

Outras edições - Ver tudo

Palavras e frases frequentes

Passagens conhecidas

Página 222 - I saw from the southeast a haze come, in colour like the purple part of the rainbow, but not so compressed or thick. It did not occupy twenty yards in breadth, and was about twelve feet high from the ground. It was a kind of...
Página 222 - I scarce could turn to fall upon the ground, with my head to the northward, when I felt the heat of its current plainly upon my face. We all lay flat on the ground, as if dead, till Idris told us it was blown over. The meteor, or purple haze, which I saw, was indeed passed, but the light air that still blew was of heat to threaten suffocation.
Página 261 - Rushed — a storm of sword and spear ; — Like the roused elements Let loose from an immortal hand, To chasten or to crush a land ! But there are none to hear ; Greece is a hopeless slave.
Página 149 - IT was the wild midnight, — A storm was on the sky ; The lightning gave its light, And the thunder echoed by. The torrent swept the glen, The ocean lashed the shore ; Then rose the Spartan men, To make their bed in gore...
Página 220 - Halboub, only they seemed to be more in number and less in size. They came several times in a direction close upon us, that is, I believe, within less than two miles.
Página 123 - As it. bursts hollow through the rolling clouds, That from the north in sullen grandeur sail Like floating Alps. Advancing darkness broods Upon the wild horizon, and the woods, Now sinking into brambles, echo shrill, As the gust sweeps them, and those upper floods Shoot on their leafless boughs the sleet-drops chill, That on the hurrying crowds in freezing showers distil.
Página 124 - The trumpet of the northern winds has blown, And it is answered by the dying roar Of armies on that boundless field o'erthrown; Now in the awful gusts the desert hoar Is tempested, a sea without a shore, Lifting its feathery waves. The legions fly ; Volley on volley down the hailstones pour; Blind, famished, frozen, mad, the wanderers die, And dying, hear the storm but wilder thunder by.
Página 221 - He said he had often seen them as terrible, though never worse ; but what he feared most was that extreme redness in the air, which was a sure presage of the coming of the simoom. I begged and entreated Idris that he would not say one word of that in the hearing of the people, for they had already felt it at Imhanzara in their way from Ras el Feel to Teawa, and again at the Acaba of Gerri, before we came to Chendi, and they were already nearly distracted at the apprehension of finding it here.
Página 161 - On the lone moor, and shiver'd in the wind. At length a poet found me. From my side He smoothed the pale and withered leaves, and dyed My lips in Helicon. From that high hour I SPOKE! My words were flame and living power, All the wide wonders of the earth were mine, Far as the surges roll, or sunbeams shine; Deep as earth's bosom hides the emerald; High as the hills with thunder clouds are pall'd.
Página 272 - And tears were rained from these bright eyes, That from the heart, like life-blood, came. She loved ! — she felt the lightning-gleam, That keenest strikes the loftiest mind ; Life quenched in one ecstatic dream, The world a waste before — behind. And she had hope — the treacherous hope, The last deep poison of the bowl, That makes us drain it, drop by drop, Nor lose one misery of soul. Then all gave way — mind, passion, pride ! She cast one weeping glance above, And buried in her bed, the...

Informação bibliográfica