Literary Hours: Or, Sketches Critical and Narrative, Zväzok 2J. Burkitt, 1800 |
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Strana 57
... ghost of Cuthullin stalked there alone : The sighing of his breast was fre- quent . The decayed flame of his eyes was terrible ! His spear was a column of mist . The stars looked dim through his form . His voice was like hollow wind in ...
... ghost of Cuthullin stalked there alone : The sighing of his breast was fre- quent . The decayed flame of his eyes was terrible ! His spear was a column of mist . The stars looked dim through his form . His voice was like hollow wind in ...
Strana 59
... ghosts of my fathers ! bend . Lay by the red terror of your course . Receive the falling chief ; whether he comes from a distant land , or rises from the rolling sea . Let his robe of mist be near ; his spear that is formed of a cloud ...
... ghosts of my fathers ! bend . Lay by the red terror of your course . Receive the falling chief ; whether he comes from a distant land , or rises from the rolling sea . Let his robe of mist be near ; his spear that is formed of a cloud ...
Strana 62
... ghost , and spread their grey skirts on the wind . Why dost thou delay thy coming , son of the generous Semo ? Four times has autumn returned with its winds , and raised the seas of Togorma , since thou hast been in the roar of battles ...
... ghost , and spread their grey skirts on the wind . Why dost thou delay thy coming , son of the generous Semo ? Four times has autumn returned with its winds , and raised the seas of Togorma , since thou hast been in the roar of battles ...
Strana 64
... the grey watry forms of ghosts . Why art thou dark , Slimora ! with thy silent woods ? " He retired , in the sound of his song . Carril joined his voice . The music was like the memory of joys AL JOV 64 NO . XXIV . LITERARY.
... the grey watry forms of ghosts . Why art thou dark , Slimora ! with thy silent woods ? " He retired , in the sound of his song . Carril joined his voice . The music was like the memory of joys AL JOV 64 NO . XXIV . LITERARY.
Strana 65
... ghosts of departed bards heard it on Slimora's side . Soft sounds spread along the wood . The silent vallies of night rejoice . " * " What a figure would such imagery and such scenery have made , " observes Dr. Blair , " had they been ...
... ghosts of departed bards heard it on Slimora's side . Soft sounds spread along the wood . The silent vallies of night rejoice . " * " What a figure would such imagery and such scenery have made , " observes Dr. Blair , " had they been ...
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Literary Hours; Or, Sketches Critical, Narrative, and Poetical, Zväzok 2 Nathan Drake Úplné zobrazenie - 1804 |
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Strana 124 - REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po ; Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door ; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Strana 338 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear With thrice-great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Strana 298 - Sovereign of the willing soul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares, And frantic Passions, hear thy soft control.
Strana 3 - I, clapping my hands cheerily together, that was I in a desert, I would find out wherewith in it to call forth my affections : — if I could not do better, I would fasten them upon some sweet myrtle, or seek some melancholy cypress to connect myself to; — I would court their shade, and greet them kindly for their protection ; — I would cut my name upon them, and swear they were the loveliest trees throughout the desert; — if their leaves withered, I would teach myself to mourn: — and when...
Strana 458 - Or gazed in merry clusters by your side ? Ye who can smile — to wisdom no disgrace — At the arch meaning of a kitten's face ; If spotless innocence, and infant mirth, Excites to praise, or gives reflection birth ; In shades like these pursue your favorite joy, Midst Nature's revels, sports that never cloy.
Strana 253 - Along the woods, along the moorish fens, Sighs the sad genius of the coming storm ; And up among the loose disjointed cliffs, And fractur'd mountains wild, the brawling brook And cave, presageful, send a hollow moan, Resounding long in listening Fancy's ear.
Strana 71 - Inspire my dreams, and my wild wanderings guide ; Your voice each rugged path of life can smooth, For well I know, wherever ye reside, There harmony, and peace, and innocence abide.
Strana 229 - I sit by the mossy fountain; on the top of the hill of winds. One tree is rustling above me. Dark waves roll over the heath. The lake is troubled below. The deer descend from the hill. No hunter at a distance is seen. It is mid-day: but all is silent.
Strana 242 - There oft is heard, at midnight, or at noon, Beginning faint, but rising still more loud, And nearer, voice of hunters, and of hounds, And horns, hoarse winded, blowing far and keen: — Forthwith the hubbub multiplies; the gale Labours with wilder shrieks, and rifer din Of hot pursuit; the broken cry of deer Mangled by throttling dogs; the shouts of men, And hoofs, thick beating on the hollow hill.
Strana 243 - Or thither, where beneath the show'ry west The mighty kings of three fair realms are laid : Once foes, perhaps, together now they rest...