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... seen thy face , Than when dim pomp of clouds Awhile its brightness shrouds , I greet thee , type sublime of purity and grace . Anon thou leadest forth a host divine , Stars numberless , like cluster'd gems that shine ; Anon thou ...
... seen thy face , Than when dim pomp of clouds Awhile its brightness shrouds , I greet thee , type sublime of purity and grace . Anon thou leadest forth a host divine , Stars numberless , like cluster'd gems that shine ; Anon thou ...
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... seen to issue from the door - way of one of those black bothies which everywhere abound in the wild Highland Glens . The sun had not yet risen , and so universal was the stillness , that the faint bark of the shepherd's dog , and the ...
... seen to issue from the door - way of one of those black bothies which everywhere abound in the wild Highland Glens . The sun had not yet risen , and so universal was the stillness , that the faint bark of the shepherd's dog , and the ...
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... seen . Then , indeed , the task was arduous , for sometimes they had to wade through heather up to their waists , and at others , to worm themselves along over spots that were rather exposed . After proceeding in this manner for nearly ...
... seen . Then , indeed , the task was arduous , for sometimes they had to wade through heather up to their waists , and at others , to worm themselves along over spots that were rather exposed . After proceeding in this manner for nearly ...
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... seen , And the purple hue of heaven Was mingled with the green . " A stupid tartan , " said the Irish gentleman . 66 Order , " , " order from the chair . We thought not of the closing gloom , We looked not on the sea , For oh thou wast ...
... seen , And the purple hue of heaven Was mingled with the green . " A stupid tartan , " said the Irish gentleman . 66 Order , " , " order from the chair . We thought not of the closing gloom , We looked not on the sea , For oh thou wast ...
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... seen a country , where , with deadly blast , Red war has swept , nor pitied as it past ? Hast seen the blacken'd cottages ? hast seen Uprooted trees deface the village green ? Hast seen white ashes , where the golden corn- Was wont to ...
... seen a country , where , with deadly blast , Red war has swept , nor pitied as it past ? Hast seen the blacken'd cottages ? hast seen Uprooted trees deface the village green ? Hast seen white ashes , where the golden corn- Was wont to ...
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Agamemnon Alcestis amusement Anacreon appearance AUSTIN beauty breast bright carpet bag CATULLUS COTHURNUS dark dead death deep deer Dixero quid dogs Dreaming no evil EAST INDIA COLLEGE Editors Euripides excited eyes fair fate fear feelings fire forte jocosius gaze gentleman give HAILEYBURY OBSERVER hand happy hast head heart Hecuba hero HERTFORD hill HITOPADESA hoc mihi juris honour hope Horace hour idea Jans Müller keeper LEADENHALL STREET Liberius si Dixero light look Lord Lubeck Lycidas MADDEN merit mind moral morning mournful nature never night NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS o'er once Oresteia ORIENTAL BOOKSELLERS pass poet praise PRICE 6D PUBLISHED BY ST reader Rhine round scarcely scene seemed Shakspere sight sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stag thee Theophilus Thespis thou thought tragedy translation venia dabis Whigs youth
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Seite 46 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Seite 33 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Seite 42 - He resolved to celebrate his own obsequies before his death. He ordered his tomb to be erected in the chapel of the monastery. His domestics marched thither in funeral procession, with black tapers in their hands. He himself followed in his shroud. He was laid in his coffin with much solemnity.
Seite 46 - To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise...
Seite 2 - Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine. Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.
Seite 33 - Assuredly that criticism of Shakspere will alone be genial which is reverential. The Englishman, who without reverence, a proud and affectionate reverence, can utter the name of William Shakspere, stands disqualified for the office of critic. He wants one at least of the very senses, the language of which he is to employ, and will discourse, at best, but as a blind man, while the whole harmonious creation of light and shade with all its subtle interchange of deepening and dissolving colours rises...
Seite 34 - I say not, the drunken savage of that wretched sciolist, whom Frenchmen, to their shame, have honoured before their elder and better worthies, — but the anomalous, the wild, the irregular, genius of our daily criticism ! What ! are we to have miracles in sport ? — Or, I speak reverently, does God choose idiots by whom to convey divine truths to man...
Seite 34 - ... the capabilities, that is, the actual and the ideal, of the human mind, conceived as an individual or as a social being, as in innocence or in guilt, in a play-paradise, or in a war-field of...
Seite 34 - ... capabilities, that is, the actual and the ideal, of the human mind, conceived as an individual or as a social being, as in innocence or in guilt, in a play-paradise, or in a war-field of temptation ; and then compare with Shakespeare under each of these heads all or any of the writers in prose and verse that have ever lived ! Who, that is competent to judge, doubts the result?
Seite 50 - Rialto shoot along, By night and day, all paces, swift or slow, And round the theatres, a sable throng, They wait in their dusk livery of woe, — But not to them do...