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... seems , but for the trellis- wark peepin out here and there where the later flowerin - shrubs are scarcely yet out o ' the bud , -rather a production o ' Nature's sel , than o ' the gardener's genius . O , sir , but in its bricht and ...
... seems , but for the trellis- wark peepin out here and there where the later flowerin - shrubs are scarcely yet out o ' the bud , -rather a production o ' Nature's sel , than o ' the gardener's genius . O , sir , but in its bricht and ...
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... seem amaist like the moonlicht , ―sic , indeed , even wi ' us that rise with the laverock , and lie doun wi ' the lintie , is the saftenin - the shadin — the darkenin power o ' the Past , o ' Time the Prime Minister o ' Life , wha , in ...
... seem amaist like the moonlicht , ―sic , indeed , even wi ' us that rise with the laverock , and lie doun wi ' the lintie , is the saftenin - the shadin — the darkenin power o ' the Past , o ' Time the Prime Minister o ' Life , wha , in ...
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... seem less than angelical and divine - although her countenance may be somewhat sad , her eyes alternately raised to heaven in hope , and cast down in fear to the earth— her voice , it may be , tremulous - or mute , as she stands before ...
... seem less than angelical and divine - although her countenance may be somewhat sad , her eyes alternately raised to heaven in hope , and cast down in fear to the earth— her voice , it may be , tremulous - or mute , as she stands before ...
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... seems to us beyond and above our reach , who have nevertheless seemed to have never felt at all , or but very faintly , the emo- tion of the beauty of virtue . The Word of God they knew must be obeyed - to obey it they set themselves ...
... seems to us beyond and above our reach , who have nevertheless seemed to have never felt at all , or but very faintly , the emo- tion of the beauty of virtue . The Word of God they knew must be obeyed - to obey it they set themselves ...
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... seems to fantasy like a funeral inscription — his very name - Bronte . Shepherd . Murder's murder , whether the thing pushioned hae four legs or only twa - for the crime is curdled into crime in the blackness o ' the sinner's heart ...
... seems to fantasy like a funeral inscription — his very name - Bronte . Shepherd . Murder's murder , whether the thing pushioned hae four legs or only twa - for the crime is curdled into crime in the blackness o ' the sinner's heart ...
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Página 43 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Página 232 - The other Shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either — black it stood as Night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Página 246 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave; Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found : O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — ' If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare — One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that...
Página 227 - Now came still evening on, and twilight grey Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung , Silence was...
Página 264 - Doomed for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purged away.
Página 238 - In that fair clime, the lonely herdsman, stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled Iiia indolent repose : And, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds...
Página 261 - For death, the following day, in bloody fight; So scented the grim feature and upturned His nostril wide into the murky air; Sagacious of his quarry from so far.
Página 356 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Página 357 - Sir Walter breathed his last, in the presence of all his children. It was a beautiful day — so warm, that every window was wide open — and so perfectly still, that the sound of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles, was distinctly audible as we knelt around the bed, and his eldest son kissed and closed his eyes.
Página 242 - Tower Menagerie," containing the natural history of the animals contained in that establishment, with anecdotes of their character and history Shepherd.