Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, 1. köideW.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... light . Even when he gains the end of a perplexing path , and emerges into the full blaze of day , though dazzled for a while with excess of light , the freshness of the glory too quickly fades , and he pants again for new excitements ...
... light . Even when he gains the end of a perplexing path , and emerges into the full blaze of day , though dazzled for a while with excess of light , the freshness of the glory too quickly fades , and he pants again for new excitements ...
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... light spray strews the deep . ! . How fitfully the struggling day - beams pierce The veil of heaven ! -On yon far line of light , That like a range of breakers streaks the main , The ocean swan - the snow - white Albatross , Gleams like ...
... light spray strews the deep . ! . How fitfully the struggling day - beams pierce The veil of heaven ! -On yon far line of light , That like a range of breakers streaks the main , The ocean swan - the snow - white Albatross , Gleams like ...
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... light , And flash like silver stars ! II . [ A STORM - AT NIGHT . ] Yon cloud - arch spreads , -the black waves curl and foam Beneath the coming tempest ; -Lo ! ' tis here ! The fierce insatiate winds , like demons , howl Around the ...
... light , And flash like silver stars ! II . [ A STORM - AT NIGHT . ] Yon cloud - arch spreads , -the black waves curl and foam Beneath the coming tempest ; -Lo ! ' tis here ! The fierce insatiate winds , like demons , howl Around the ...
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... light . The pale thin moon , Her crescent floating on the azure air , Shows like a white bark sleeping on the main When not a ripple stirs . Yon bright clouds form , ( Ridged as the ocean sands , with spots of blue , Like water left by ...
... light . The pale thin moon , Her crescent floating on the azure air , Shows like a white bark sleeping on the main When not a ripple stirs . Yon bright clouds form , ( Ridged as the ocean sands , with spots of blue , Like water left by ...
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... light Through the transparent crests of countless waves ! The scene is changed - behind the ethereal mount , Now fringed with light - the day - god downward speeds His unseen way ; -yet where his kindling steps Lit the blue vault , the ...
... light Through the transparent crests of countless waves ! The scene is changed - behind the ethereal mount , Now fringed with light - the day - god downward speeds His unseen way ; -yet where his kindling steps Lit the blue vault , the ...
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Page 278 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 330 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Page 95 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell!
Page 127 - Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
Page 89 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Page 200 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman.
Page 91 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Page 256 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 147 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Page 95 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...