Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 6W. Blackwood & Sons, 1820 |
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... soul lie at the mercy of surface - skimming ridicule , and self - satisfied rejoicing ignor- ance - It is like seeing the most so- lemn gestures of human dignity mim- icked into grotesque absurdity by monkeys . Now , to our mind , the ...
... soul lie at the mercy of surface - skimming ridicule , and self - satisfied rejoicing ignor- ance - It is like seeing the most so- lemn gestures of human dignity mim- icked into grotesque absurdity by monkeys . Now , to our mind , the ...
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... soul , We hailed it in God's name . It ate the food it ne'er had eat , And round and round it flew . The ice did split with a thunder - fit ; The helmsman steer'd us through ! And a good south wind sprung up The Albatross did follow ...
... soul , We hailed it in God's name . It ate the food it ne'er had eat , And round and round it flew . The ice did split with a thunder - fit ; The helmsman steer'd us through ! And a good south wind sprung up The Albatross did follow ...
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... soul that is as much alive , and enjoys , and suffers as much in dreams and vi- sions of the night as by daylight . One feels with what a heavy eye the Ancient Mariner must look and listen to the pomps and merry - makings →→→ even to ...
... soul that is as much alive , and enjoys , and suffers as much in dreams and vi- sions of the night as by daylight . One feels with what a heavy eye the Ancient Mariner must look and listen to the pomps and merry - makings →→→ even to ...
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... soul is made of impenetrable stuff . The circumstances with which the poem opens are admirably conceived . There is in all the images introduced a certain fearful stillness and ominous meaning , the effect of which can never be ...
... soul is made of impenetrable stuff . The circumstances with which the poem opens are admirably conceived . There is in all the images introduced a certain fearful stillness and ominous meaning , the effect of which can never be ...
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... soul with pity ! All impulses of soul and sense Had thrill'd my guileless Genevieve ; The music , and the doleful tale , The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes , and fears that kindle hope , An undistinguishable throng , And gentle wishes ...
... soul with pity ! All impulses of soul and sense Had thrill'd my guileless Genevieve ; The music , and the doleful tale , The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes , and fears that kindle hope , An undistinguishable throng , And gentle wishes ...
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Стр. 271 - And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. 30 And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: 31 Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.
Стр. 354 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe; He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Стр. 2 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary.
Стр. 57 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
Стр. 139 - More graceful than her own. His wandering step Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old : Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk, Or jasper tomb, or mutilated sphynx, Dark /Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.
Стр. 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.