Dies Boreales: Or Christopher Under CanvassA. Hart, 1850 - Всего страниц: 363 Seven papers which appeared in Blackwood's Magazine, June to September, 1849, November, 1849 and April to May, 1850. |
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... feels , Amici , at this moment , the charm of that Impersonation . Slowly awaking from sleep - scarcely conscious of her where- abouts - bewildered by the beauty of the revelation , nor recog- nizing her beloved lochs and mountains ...
... feels , Amici , at this moment , the charm of that Impersonation . Slowly awaking from sleep - scarcely conscious of her where- abouts - bewildered by the beauty of the revelation , nor recog- nizing her beloved lochs and mountains ...
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... feel the delicacy of putting a decided negative on the proposal . Let us defer it till to morrow . For my sake , my dear sir , if not 14 CHRISTOPHER UNDER CANVASS . intervening time slid away - 2 * CHRISTOPHER UNDER CANVASS . 17 See ...
... feel the delicacy of putting a decided negative on the proposal . Let us defer it till to morrow . For my sake , my dear sir , if not 14 CHRISTOPHER UNDER CANVASS . intervening time slid away - 2 * CHRISTOPHER UNDER CANVASS . 17 See ...
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... feel that the beauty is becoming magnificence , for the pools are now black , and the stems are old , and the cliffs intercept the sky , and there are caves , and that waterfall has dominion in the gloom , and there is sublimity in the ...
... feel that the beauty is becoming magnificence , for the pools are now black , and the stems are old , and the cliffs intercept the sky , and there are caves , and that waterfall has dominion in the gloom , and there is sublimity in the ...
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... feel the delicacy of putting a decided negative on the proposal . Let us defer it till to morrow . For my sake , my dear sir , if not for your own , do not think of it ; 2 * CHRISTOPHER UNDER CANVASS . 17 See again. The same forest a ...
... feel the delicacy of putting a decided negative on the proposal . Let us defer it till to morrow . For my sake , my dear sir , if not for your own , do not think of it ; 2 * CHRISTOPHER UNDER CANVASS . 17 See again. The same forest a ...
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... feeling of ascension - stifle that , and the discontent of insufficiency dwarfs and darkens all that lies below . Buller . Words to the wise . North . We fear to ascend higher lest we should lose what we comprehend : yet we will ascend ...
... feeling of ascension - stifle that , and the discontent of insufficiency dwarfs and darkens all that lies below . Buller . Words to the wise . North . We fear to ascend higher lest we should lose what we comprehend : yet we will ascend ...
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Стр. 237 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Стр. 253 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Стр. 323 - I do perceive here a divided duty: To you I am bound for life, and education; My life, and education, both do learn me How to respect you ; you are the lord of duty, I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my husband; And so much duty as my mother show'd To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor, my lord.
Стр. 240 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
Стр. 221 - Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you. Witches vanish BANQUO The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them.
Стр. 173 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Стр. 120 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Стр. 222 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is, But what is not '*. Ban,...
Стр. 174 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald : — how profound The gulf ! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Стр. 232 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. He that's coming Must be provided for : and you shall put This night's great business into my despatch : Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.