The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., Том 1John Aitken, 1824 - Всего страниц: 420 Includes poetry and prose, chiefly by contemporary writers, including Shelley, Byron, Hunt, Scott, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, and many others. |
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... Hours of Sir W. Rawleigh . Stanzas " The gentle season of the yeere . " The Destruction of Sennacherib Sonnet " Let me not to the marriage of true minds . " Leonora , a Recollection from my Travels Noche Serena The Battle of Albuera The ...
... Hours of Sir W. Rawleigh . Stanzas " The gentle season of the yeere . " The Destruction of Sennacherib Sonnet " Let me not to the marriage of true minds . " Leonora , a Recollection from my Travels Noche Serena The Battle of Albuera The ...
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... Hours 347 Byron Moore Travels of Anacharsis 363 Cornwall 367 Hajji Baba 374 Milton 376 Byron 378 Coleridge 379 Campbell 393 · Innkeeper's Album 395 Crashaw , ( 1646. ) Etonian Southey 410 The Heiress in Jeopardy Blank Book 411 Ode to a ...
... Hours 347 Byron Moore Travels of Anacharsis 363 Cornwall 367 Hajji Baba 374 Milton 376 Byron 378 Coleridge 379 Campbell 393 · Innkeeper's Album 395 Crashaw , ( 1646. ) Etonian Southey 410 The Heiress in Jeopardy Blank Book 411 Ode to a ...
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... hour Seems to flow from him ! How in the name of thrift Does he rake this together ! SHAKSPEARE . SECOND EDITION . EDINBURGH : PUBLISHED BY JOHN AITKEN , ST . ANTHONY'S PLACE . TO CORRESPONDENTS . We feel obliged to those correspondents ...
... hour Seems to flow from him ! How in the name of thrift Does he rake this together ! SHAKSPEARE . SECOND EDITION . EDINBURGH : PUBLISHED BY JOHN AITKEN , ST . ANTHONY'S PLACE . TO CORRESPONDENTS . We feel obliged to those correspondents ...
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... hour's walk , the stranger found himself in a spacious and elegant room , the guest of a high - bred and graceful ... hours had sunk into his heart , and he would re- member them as long as he lived , and in the remotest parts of the ...
... hour's walk , the stranger found himself in a spacious and elegant room , the guest of a high - bred and graceful ... hours had sunk into his heart , and he would re- member them as long as he lived , and in the remotest parts of the ...
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... hours of one vernal morn- ing . The young English stranger felt this when the hour of his departure was come , and when the mother and daughter accompanied him down the vale , in the dusk of the evening , on his way from Glen - Creran ...
... hours of one vernal morn- ing . The young English stranger felt this when the hour of his departure was come , and when the mother and daughter accompanied him down the vale , in the dusk of the evening , on his way from Glen - Creran ...
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Стр. 72 - The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Стр. 387 - 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. 414 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Стр. 382 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Стр. 386 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot" from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Стр. 386 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between.
Стр. 391 - And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Who now doth crazy go, Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Стр. 414 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Стр. 384 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand so brown.
Стр. 268 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.