Blackwood's Magazine, Том 36W. Blackwood, 1834 |
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... Perhaps this question may remind you of another almost as nice -which we have heard mooted- " Whether would you have your eyes torn out by pincers , or punched in by rule ? " Our answer , after ma- ture deliberation , was , " That we 66 ...
... Perhaps this question may remind you of another almost as nice -which we have heard mooted- " Whether would you have your eyes torn out by pincers , or punched in by rule ? " Our answer , after ma- ture deliberation , was , " That we 66 ...
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... perhaps more trying to hook a first - class trout from a quadruped plunged in profoundest sleep . A third case is , that of your sleep - walker - but we shall not now discuss it , as its intro- duction would render the question too ...
... perhaps more trying to hook a first - class trout from a quadruped plunged in profoundest sleep . A third case is , that of your sleep - walker - but we shall not now discuss it , as its intro- duction would render the question too ...
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... perhaps some- what too much at length , on the mo- ral condition of France , because we regard the state of the human heart in any country to be a much more un- erring criterion of its future desti- nies , than any external political ...
... perhaps some- what too much at length , on the mo- ral condition of France , because we regard the state of the human heart in any country to be a much more un- erring criterion of its future desti- nies , than any external political ...
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... Perhaps he will mingle his last sigh with the wind , attached to a raft to continue his voyage ; perhaps he will sleep interred on a desert island , which one may never light upon again , as he slept alone in his hammock in the middle ...
... Perhaps he will mingle his last sigh with the wind , attached to a raft to continue his voyage ; perhaps he will sleep interred on a desert island , which one may never light upon again , as he slept alone in his hammock in the middle ...
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... Perhaps he will mingle his last sigh with the wind , attached to a raft to continue his voyage ; perhaps he will sleep interred on a desert island , which one may never light upon again , as he slept alone in his hammock in the middle ...
... Perhaps he will mingle his last sigh with the wind , attached to a raft to continue his voyage ; perhaps he will sleep interred on a desert island , which one may never light upon again , as he slept alone in his hammock in the middle ...
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Стр. 521 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled...
Стр. 537 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roar'd the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold : And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Стр. 521 - O, struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink : Companion of the...
Стр. 536 - The Wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Стр. 537 - And some in dreams assured were Of. the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.
Стр. 514 - Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud — We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.
Стр. 535 - Wordsworth, on the other hand, was to propose to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us...
Стр. 160 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Стр. 535 - DURING the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colours of imagination.
Стр. 536 - And I am next of kin ; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din." He holds him with his skinny hand, " There was a ship," quoth he. "Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!" Eftsoons his hand dropt he. He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years child: The Mariner hath his will.