The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, 3. köideAlexander Whitelaw 1833 |
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... walking up one street and down another , examining all the new houses that are building , counting the number of rooms , closets , and pantries , and noting divers other particulars . He can describe the marble mantel- pieces of every ...
... walking up one street and down another , examining all the new houses that are building , counting the number of rooms , closets , and pantries , and noting divers other particulars . He can describe the marble mantel- pieces of every ...
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... walk to Poughkeepsie to - morrow , and sha'nt be back till sundown . " " Poughkeepsie ! " cried I , " and back again ... walking to Poughkeepsie , and back again in one day . If he does , thought I , I shall begin to believe in the seven ...
... walk to Poughkeepsie to - morrow , and sha'nt be back till sundown . " " Poughkeepsie ! " cried I , " and back again ... walking to Poughkeepsie , and back again in one day . If he does , thought I , I shall begin to believe in the seven ...
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... walk sixty - eight miles a day , in the month of June , without being a little tired . " " There's nothing like trying , " said he . “ I don't think I shall try , " thought I. My new friend , Mr Lightly , kept me with him all day ...
... walk sixty - eight miles a day , in the month of June , without being a little tired . " " There's nothing like trying , " said he . “ I don't think I shall try , " thought I. My new friend , Mr Lightly , kept me with him all day ...
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... walks , I pur- chased a gun , procured a brace of fox hounds , and in time became a mighty hunter , before the Lord . No man of sentiment has ever heard the " deep - mouthed hound , " as the poet , with singular feli- city calls him ...
... walks , I pur- chased a gun , procured a brace of fox hounds , and in time became a mighty hunter , before the Lord . No man of sentiment has ever heard the " deep - mouthed hound , " as the poet , with singular feli- city calls him ...
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... walking out a little in front of our lines . The sight which these presented was in the extreme magnificent and imposing . A thick fog had been gradually becoming denser since nightfall , and the darkness would have been intense , but ...
... walking out a little in front of our lines . The sight which these presented was in the extreme magnificent and imposing . A thick fog had been gradually becoming denser since nightfall , and the darkness would have been intense , but ...
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Abeona Abnakis Ahasuerus Anatolius arms beautiful blessed boat BOTHWELL CASTLE breath Cæsar calomel child clane Colonel Hill cried dark death deep delight door dream earth Edwards eyes Eyloff face father Father Flanagan fear feel fell felt filly fire George Somers Glasgow Glencoe Greenock hand happy head heard heart heaven honour hope hour Jeannot Jesuit Julian knew lady laugh Lelia light living look Lord Lucerne madam marriage marry master Merry Michaul mind morning mother mountain negroes never night Nocton Norridgewocks o'er Otoolpha ould passed poor priest replied rich rocks round says Jack scene seemed side silence slaves sleep smile soon sorrow soul spirit stood stranger sure Switzerland syllabub tears tell thee thing thou thought took turned voice Waldstetten white mustard wife wild wonder word young youth
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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.