The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Volumen1Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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... Wind . ANDREW BOURD . Characteristic of an Englishman . MISCELLANEOUS POEMS ... A Praise of a Poet's Lady . Amantium Iræ Amoris Redintegratio est . The Nut - Brown Maid ... Chevy - Chase PROSE WRITERS .. SIR JOHN FORTESCUE .. English ...
... Wind . ANDREW BOURD . Characteristic of an Englishman . MISCELLANEOUS POEMS ... A Praise of a Poet's Lady . Amantium Iræ Amoris Redintegratio est . The Nut - Brown Maid ... Chevy - Chase PROSE WRITERS .. SIR JOHN FORTESCUE .. English ...
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... wind . The fox looked out from the windows ; the rank grass of the wall waved round his head . Desolate is the dwelling of Moina , silence is in the house of her fathers . But Ossian's genius , though chiefly turned toward the sublime ...
... wind . The fox looked out from the windows ; the rank grass of the wall waved round his head . Desolate is the dwelling of Moina , silence is in the house of her fathers . But Ossian's genius , though chiefly turned toward the sublime ...
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... winds in its vale . The bushes shake their green heads in the wind . The roes bound toward the desert . season . There is a murmur in the heath ! The stormy winds abate ! I hear the voice of Fingal . Long has it been absent from mine ...
... winds in its vale . The bushes shake their green heads in the wind . The roes bound toward the desert . season . There is a murmur in the heath ! The stormy winds abate ! I hear the voice of Fingal . Long has it been absent from mine ...
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... wind ! From this brief notice of the poetic genius of Ossian , we return to those early Anglo - Saxon writers to whom we have already referred . GILDAS , the first of these , in the order of time , was a native of the north of England ...
... wind ! From this brief notice of the poetic genius of Ossian , we return to those early Anglo - Saxon writers to whom we have already referred . GILDAS , the first of these , in the order of time , was a native of the north of England ...
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... winds flying forth from the east and the north And scattered and shattered all over the earth . On earth and in heaven each creature and kind Hears Thy behest with might and with mind ; But Man , and Man only , who oftenest still ...
... winds flying forth from the east and the north And scattered and shattered all over the earth . On earth and in heaven each creature and kind Hears Thy behest with might and with mind ; But Man , and Man only , who oftenest still ...
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Página 316 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 302 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 311 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Página 490 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Página 478 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Página 478 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Página 303 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.
Página 304 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Página 307 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 305 - She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them.