Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Zväzok 1W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... fair subject of self - congratulation ; and after every allow- ance shall be made for the warmth of compliment , I cannot help feeling that enough of commendation will remain to permit of my pleasing myself with the hope , that there ...
... fair subject of self - congratulation ; and after every allow- ance shall be made for the warmth of compliment , I cannot help feeling that enough of commendation will remain to permit of my pleasing myself with the hope , that there ...
Strana 19
... fair celestial shore ! -- How beautiful ! The spirit of eternal peace hath thrown A spell upon the scene ! The wide blue floor Of the Atlantic world - a sky - girt plain- Now looks as never more the Tempest's tread Would break its ...
... fair celestial shore ! -- How beautiful ! The spirit of eternal peace hath thrown A spell upon the scene ! The wide blue floor Of the Atlantic world - a sky - girt plain- Now looks as never more the Tempest's tread Would break its ...
Strana 20
... fair and fleeting as our early dreams ! — Behold him rest on yon cloud - mountain's peak , — Touched with celestial fire , volcano - like , The dazzling summit burns ; -eruptive flames Of molten gold with ruddy lustre tinge The western ...
... fair and fleeting as our early dreams ! — Behold him rest on yon cloud - mountain's peak , — Touched with celestial fire , volcano - like , The dazzling summit burns ; -eruptive flames Of molten gold with ruddy lustre tinge The western ...
Strana 37
... Fair children ! still , like phantoms of delight , Ye haunt my soul on this strange distant shore , As the same stars shine through the tropic night That charmed me at my own sweet cottage door . Though I have left ye long , I love not ...
... Fair children ! still , like phantoms of delight , Ye haunt my soul on this strange distant shore , As the same stars shine through the tropic night That charmed me at my own sweet cottage door . Though I have left ye long , I love not ...
Strana 58
... of thine , So like a fairy talisman - a spell almost divine ! I hold it in my trembling hand - I touch thy braided hair— I do but press the secret spring - and see thy features fair ! SONNET - TO MY TWIN BOYS . YE seem not 58 LOVE STANZAS .
... of thine , So like a fairy talisman - a spell almost divine ! I hold it in my trembling hand - I touch thy braided hair— I do but press the secret spring - and see thy features fair ! SONNET - TO MY TWIN BOYS . YE seem not 58 LOVE STANZAS .
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Strana 265 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Strana 198 - 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. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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!
Strana 313 - 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...
Strana 10 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Strana 97 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
Strana 198 - The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content, though blind, had I no better guide.
Strana 254 - 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.