Literary Hours: Or, Sketches Critical and Narrative, Volume 1J. Burkitt, 1800 - English literature |
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... heard wonderful things ; but had seen nothing . Tasso said , ' Perhaps you have heard and seen more than , ' he then paused ; and Manso , seeing him in silent meditation , did not care to perplex him with further questions . " * Had ...
... heard wonderful things ; but had seen nothing . Tasso said , ' Perhaps you have heard and seen more than , ' he then paused ; and Manso , seeing him in silent meditation , did not care to perplex him with further questions . " * Had ...
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... heard the rushing of a troubled stream . Amid this scenery , our traveller , far from any habitation , wearied , and uncertain of the road , sought for some excavation in the rock , wherein he might repose himself , and having at length ...
... heard the rushing of a troubled stream . Amid this scenery , our traveller , far from any habitation , wearied , and uncertain of the road , sought for some excavation in the rock , wherein he might repose himself , and having at length ...
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... heard the soft and quick tread of people fast approaching . At this moment , the moon burst from behind a dark cloud , and shone full on the dead body of Gothre . A shrill shriek pierced the air , and a young woman rushing forward fell ...
... heard the soft and quick tread of people fast approaching . At this moment , the moon burst from behind a dark cloud , and shone full on the dead body of Gothre . A shrill shriek pierced the air , and a young woman rushing forward fell ...
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... heard his voice when o'er the rock , " The dying breeze hath crept . 99 She scarce had said , when from the deep , Slow peal'd the sullen swell , Dark grew the heav'ns , and dark the wave , And fast the chill rain fell . Then Mary ...
... heard his voice when o'er the rock , " The dying breeze hath crept . 99 She scarce had said , when from the deep , Slow peal'd the sullen swell , Dark grew the heav'ns , and dark the wave , And fast the chill rain fell . Then Mary ...
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... heard the seaman's cry . She left her cot , and toward the cliff , Where plain'd the dismal sound She flew , on hapless Henry call'd , And wav'd her hand around . That moment rush'd the billowy surge , And o'er the rough rock roll'd ...
... heard the seaman's cry . She left her cot , and toward the cliff , Where plain'd the dismal sound She flew , on hapless Henry call'd , And wav'd her hand around . That moment rush'd the billowy surge , And o'er the rough rock roll'd ...
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Page 195 - Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Page 375 - Daughters; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his Seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Page 409 - With lust and violence the house of God? In courts and palaces he also reigns, And in luxurious cities, where the noise Of riot ascends above their loftiest towers, And injury, and outrage: And when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Page 411 - A pillar of state : deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care : And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin...
Page 66 - With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 331 - Now gliding remote, on the verge of the sky, The moon half extinguished her crescent displays ; But lately I marked, when majestic on high She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze. Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue The path that conducts thee to splendor again : But man's faded glory what change shall renew? Ah, fool...
Page 338 - As I left this place, and entered into the next field, a second pleasure entertained me : 'twas a handsome milkmaid, that had not yet attained so much age and wisdom as to load her mind with any fears of many things that will never be...
Page 412 - On the other side up-rose Belial, in act more graceful and humane : A fairer person lost not Heaven ; he seem'd For dignity compos'd, and high exploit : But all was false and hollow ; though his tongue Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels : for his thoughts were low...
Page 331 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore...
Page 30 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.