The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Volume 1Harper & brothers, 1851 - English literature |
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... head ; the moss whistled to the 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 ...
... head ; the moss whistled to the 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 ...
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... 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 ear ! Come , Ossian , come away , ' he says ...
... 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 ear ! Come , Ossian , come away , ' he says ...
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... heads on high . Did thy beauty last , O Ryno ? Stood the strength of car - borne Oscar ! Fingal himself departed ! The ... head to the storm , and rejoices in the course of the wind ! From this brief notice of the poetic genius of Ossian ...
... heads on high . Did thy beauty last , O Ryno ? Stood the strength of car - borne Oscar ! Fingal himself departed ! The ... head to the storm , and rejoices in the course of the wind ! From this brief notice of the poetic genius of Ossian ...
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... head of Canterbury Hall , a new Oxford College just at that time founded . His election to this important office was made by the students of the college themselves , and as the tenets which he now entertained in opposition to the Church ...
... head of Canterbury Hall , a new Oxford College just at that time founded . His election to this important office was made by the students of the college themselves , and as the tenets which he now entertained in opposition to the Church ...
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... head she braid , And over his little eyen she it laid , And in her arm she lulleth it full fast , And into th ' heaven her eyen up she cast . ' Mother , quod she , and maiden bright , Mary ! Soth is , that through womannes eggement , 7 ...
... head she braid , And over his little eyen she it laid , And in her arm she lulleth it full fast , And into th ' heaven her eyen up she cast . ' Mother , quod she , and maiden bright , Mary ! Soth is , that through womannes eggement , 7 ...
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Page 210 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 299 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Page 310 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 217 - Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time! We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun. And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne'er be found again, So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night. Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's...
Page 477 - And, though the shady Gloom Had given Day her room, The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need : He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear.
Page 483 - Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th
Page 390 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company ; and faces are but a gallery of pictures ; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Page 480 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...