The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, المجلد 1Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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... fathers . But Ossian's genius , though chiefly turned toward the sublime and the pathetic , was by no means confined to it . In subjects also of grace and delicacy , he discovers the hand of a master . As an instance of this , we may ...
... fathers . But Ossian's genius , though chiefly turned toward the sublime and the pathetic , was by no means confined to it . In subjects also of grace and delicacy , he discovers the hand of a master . As an instance of this , we may ...
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... fathers . Whence are thy beams , Oh sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon , cold and pale , sinks in the western way ; but thou thyself movest alone . Who ...
... fathers . Whence are thy beams , Oh sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon , cold and pale , sinks in the western way ; but thou thyself movest alone . Who ...
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... fathers forgot his steps . Shalt thou then remain , thou aged bard , when the mighty have failed ? But my fame shall remain , and grow like the oak of Morven ; which lifts its broad head to the storm , and rejoices in the course of the ...
... fathers forgot his steps . Shalt thou then remain , thou aged bard , when the mighty have failed ? But my fame shall remain , and grow like the oak of Morven ; which lifts its broad head to the storm , and rejoices in the course of the ...
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... father of men ! how he of all wonders . the eternal lord , formed the beginning . He first created for the children of men heaven as a roof , the holy Creator ! then the world the guardian of mankind , the eternal lord produced ...
... father of men ! how he of all wonders . the eternal lord , formed the beginning . He first created for the children of men heaven as a roof , the holy Creator ! then the world the guardian of mankind , the eternal lord produced ...
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... fathers of the church . The last literary performance of Bede was a letter to the Archbishop of York , which contains a very singular and inter- esting account of the state of the church at that time , and which was finished by an ...
... fathers of the church . The last literary performance of Bede was a letter to the Archbishop of York , which contains a very singular and inter- esting account of the state of the church at that time , and which was finished by an ...
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 302 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
الصفحة 311 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
الصفحة 490 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 478 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
الصفحة 303 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.
الصفحة 304 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
الصفحة 307 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
الصفحة 305 - She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them.