Essays Critical and Imaginative, Volumen2W. Blackwood and sons, 1865 |
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... sometimes the dewdrop melting on its leaf will break , sometimes not the thunder - peal with all its echoes . Imagina- tion is a brighter and a bolder Beauty , with large lamping eyes of uncertain colour , as if fluctuating with rainbow ...
... sometimes the dewdrop melting on its leaf will break , sometimes not the thunder - peal with all its echoes . Imagina- tion is a brighter and a bolder Beauty , with large lamping eyes of uncertain colour , as if fluctuating with rainbow ...
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... sometimes they do so , for reflection and refraction are two beautiful mysteries , and we have ourselves twice seen , with our own very eyes , those happy hills , those happy houses , and those happy horses , and cows , and sheep ...
... sometimes they do so , for reflection and refraction are two beautiful mysteries , and we have ourselves twice seen , with our own very eyes , those happy hills , those happy houses , and those happy horses , and cows , and sheep ...
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... sometimes sailing , sometimes row- ing in the same boat - and sometimes , without aid of sheet or oar , dropping down the river with the tide , each in his own vessel , and casting anchor together amicably off the Nore , where , in the ...
... sometimes sailing , sometimes row- ing in the same boat - and sometimes , without aid of sheet or oar , dropping down the river with the tide , each in his own vessel , and casting anchor together amicably off the Nore , where , in the ...
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... sometimes into a greenery of glade , and sometimes into a bloomery of sweet- briers , and sometimes into a brownery beneath an aged standard's shade , where , lying down on the moss , you may dream yourself into a Druid . True , that a ...
... sometimes into a greenery of glade , and sometimes into a bloomery of sweet- briers , and sometimes into a brownery beneath an aged standard's shade , where , lying down on the moss , you may dream yourself into a Druid . True , that a ...
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... sometimes divides the great objects of nature in a mountainous country , into districts so distinct , that they lie without confusion before Imagination's eyes , while of each some mighty creature seems to be by right divine the monarch ...
... sometimes divides the great objects of nature in a mountainous country , into districts so distinct , that they lie without confusion before Imagination's eyes , while of each some mighty creature seems to be by right divine the monarch ...
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Página 172 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 192 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Página 173 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 100 - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Página 108 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Página 189 - That lifts his tossing mane. A moment in the British camp — A moment — and away Back to the pathless forest, Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs; Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven the Briton Forever from our...
Página 175 - Try their thin wings and dance in the warm beam That waked them into life. Even the green trees Partake the deep contentment ; as they bend To the soft winds, the sun from the blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene. Scarce less the cleft-born wild-flower seems to enjoy Existence, than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets.
Página 172 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad and pierce thy mould.
Página 175 - But Winter has yet brighter scenes, — he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows ; Or Autumn, with his many fruits, and woods All flushed with many hues. Come, when the rains Have glazed the snow, and clothed the trees with ice; While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers a flood of light.
Página 106 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.