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Página 66 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Página 26 - What was thy name and station, age and race? Statue of flesh — immortal of the dead ! Imperishable type of evanescence ! Posthumous man, who quitt'st thy narrow bed, And standest undecayed within our presence, Thou wilt hear nothing till the Judgment morning, When the great trump shall thrill thee with its warning.
Página 25 - AND thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago, When the Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
Página 27 - And standest undecayed within our presence, Thou wilt hear nothing till the Judgment morning, When the great Trump shall thrill thee with its warning! Why should this worthless tegument endure, If its undying guest be lost for ever ? O let us keep the soul embalmed and pure In living virtue ; that, when both must sever.
Página 261 - Two experiments are mentioned, in which vessels with air-tight glass stoppers were used. In one case the bottle was broken, and in the other some drops of water were found in it. How does the water find its way into the bottles ? There are two opinions : One is, that it passes through the cork and all its coverings, in consequence of the vast pressure of superincumbent water, in the same manner as blocks of wood are penetrated by mercury in the pneumatic experiment of the mercurial shower.
Página 263 - ... the cork, so as to project on either side of the neck. " Upon drawing in the line, thus furnished with its vessels, and which appeared to have sunk in a perpendicular direction, the following was the result : " The empty bottle with the sail-needle through the cork, and which came up the first, was about half full of water, and the cork and sealing as perfect as when it first entered the sea. " The cork of the second bottle, which had been previously filled with fresh water, was loosened and...
Página 5 - On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other. The...
Página 20 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth ere gave, Await alike the inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 176 - And tottering empires rush by their own weight. This huge rotundity we tread grows old, And all those worlds that roll around the sun. The sun himself shall die, and ancient night Again involve the desolate abyss...
Página 61 - Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of affliction, he who threw Enchantment over passion, and from wo Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew The breath which made him wretched ; yet he knew How to make madness beautiful, and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past The eyes which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.