The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, 3. köideAlexander Whitelaw 1833 |
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... hope I still retain , although , to say the truth , the latter part of my education was deplorable enough . My father , from the period in which he felt himself dishonoured by the rejection of his accounts , retired within himself , and ...
... hope I still retain , although , to say the truth , the latter part of my education was deplorable enough . My father , from the period in which he felt himself dishonoured by the rejection of his accounts , retired within himself , and ...
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... hope being the better for it , sooner or later . " Your friend and servant , " ALEXANDER HARDUP . " " P. S. Get up early in the morning , see to matters your- self ; and never buy any thing dear except a good name . A. H. A worthy man ...
... hope being the better for it , sooner or later . " Your friend and servant , " ALEXANDER HARDUP . " " P. S. Get up early in the morning , see to matters your- self ; and never buy any thing dear except a good name . A. H. A worthy man ...
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... hope cannot be mistaken . I committed to paper the result of my experience , not for the purpose of ridiculing the infirmities of my fellow creatures , or laughing at the miseries of human life . I wished , if possible , to persuade ...
... hope cannot be mistaken . I committed to paper the result of my experience , not for the purpose of ridiculing the infirmities of my fellow creatures , or laughing at the miseries of human life . I wished , if possible , to persuade ...
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... Hope is dying- Hope , that once was warm and bright , And I waste the hours in sighing All the long night . Love - a phantom clasped in vain , A flower leaf on a troubled stream- Joy - a sweet , but passing strain- A moment's sunbeam ...
... Hope is dying- Hope , that once was warm and bright , And I waste the hours in sighing All the long night . Love - a phantom clasped in vain , A flower leaf on a troubled stream- Joy - a sweet , but passing strain- A moment's sunbeam ...
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... hope of ending . The small birds wander here and there- And yonder goes a falcon floating Along the rough rocks by the stream , — Each nook and cranny noting Where haply some unlucky wretch May harbour , little woting That such a ...
... hope of ending . The small birds wander here and there- And yonder goes a falcon floating Along the rough rocks by the stream , — Each nook and cranny noting Where haply some unlucky wretch May harbour , little woting That such a ...
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Page 335 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 335 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Page 332 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from the dream of life ; Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Page 334 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
Page 331 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
Page 328 - The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
Page 333 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Page 334 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Page 140 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Page 388 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. " The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.