THE LIFE AND LETTERS OF HUGH MILLER

Передняя обложка
 

Избранные страницы

Другие издания - Просмотреть все

Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения

Популярные отрывки

Стр. 227 - And there were voices, and thunders, and lightnings; and there was a great earthquake, such as was not since men were upon the earth, so mighty an earthquake, and so great.
Стр. 480 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light. My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me. My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet, gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...
Стр. 479 - Nor, cruel as it seemed, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them ; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh. He long survives who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld : And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repelled : And ever as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried —
Стр. 479 - No poet wept him; but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age. Is wet with Anson's tear: And tears by bards or heroes shed Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme A more enduring date: But misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case. No voice divine the storm allayed, No light propitious shone, When, snatched from all effectual aid, We perished, each alone: But I beneath a...
Стр. 274 - The whole strange purpose of their lives to find Or make an enemy of all mankind! Not one looks backward, onward still he goes; Yet ne'er looks forward further than his nose. No less alike the politic and wise; All sly slow things with circumspective eyes: Men in their loose unguarded hours they take, — Not that themselves are wise, but others weak.
Стр. 476 - The auburn nut that held thee, swallowing down Thy yet close-folded latitude of boughs And all thine embryo vastness at a gulp.
Стр. 480 - And still to love, though pressed with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary! But ah ! by constant heed I know, How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last, My Mary!
Стр. 479 - He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim he lay ; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away : But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.
Стр. 221 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Стр. 303 - But thus you see we maintain a trade, not for gold, silver, or jewels, nor for silks, nor for spices, nor any other commodity of matter, but only for God's first creature, which was light ; to have light, I say, of the growth of all parts of the world.

Библиографические данные