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... the soul , are of the most delicate kind , and adorn almost every page of his poetry ; but we are constrained here to close our notice of this venerable poet , and we shall do so with that noble ' Address to 350 A.D. ] 19 OSSIAN .
... the soul , are of the most delicate kind , and adorn almost every page of his poetry ; but we are constrained here to close our notice of this venerable poet , and we shall do so with that noble ' Address to 350 A.D. ] 19 OSSIAN .
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... close of his poems . Oh thou that rollest above , round as the shield of my 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 ...
... close of his poems . Oh thou that rollest above , round as the shield of my 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 ...
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... close ? But small is my surprise , though great my grief , To find , in spite of all his solemn vows , My lands are ravaged by the Gallic chief , While none my cause has courage to espouse . Though lofty towers obscure the cheerful day ...
... close ? But small is my surprise , though great my grief , To find , in spite of all his solemn vows , My lands are ravaged by the Gallic chief , While none my cause has courage to espouse . Though lofty towers obscure the cheerful day ...
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... close - simply observing that its literary develop- ments do great credit to the five or six centuries which it embraces . The immediate predecessors of Chaucer , that great poet himself , and his contem- poraries , will next occupy our ...
... close - simply observing that its literary develop- ments do great credit to the five or six centuries which it embraces . The immediate predecessors of Chaucer , that great poet himself , and his contem- poraries , will next occupy our ...
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... close our notice of this important character in English literature . It is given in the original spelling , that it may serve as a spe- cimen of the language at that period . And Marye seyde , My soul magnifieth the Lord , And my spiryt ...
... close our notice of this important character in English literature . It is given in the original spelling , that it may serve as a spe- cimen of the language at that period . And Marye seyde , My soul magnifieth the Lord , And my spiryt ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.