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In Moore the of their favourite , the honours which redeeming power is less . He
possesses we willingly grant to a minor poet , not , whatever his nobler brother
may they have compelled us to look at his do , the charm which might privilege
VOL ...
In Moore the of their favourite , the honours which redeeming power is less . He
possesses we willingly grant to a minor poet , not , whatever his nobler brother
may they have compelled us to look at his do , the charm which might privilege
VOL ...
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One long look in that mournful cell . purpose ; if value is set on pernicious Let the
green turf heave and then , farewell ! objects , so much ambition is turned to No
need of tears ! in this church - yard shade so much mischief ; but if the palm is Oft
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One long look in that mournful cell . purpose ; if value is set on pernicious Let the
green turf heave and then , farewell ! objects , so much ambition is turned to No
need of tears ! in this church - yard shade so much mischief ; but if the palm is Oft
...
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... by an encreasing feelings of imagination with which exactness of minute
research , and a we look back upon antiquity ... been rendered less interesting ,
and whole mind of the nation looks foralmost , we might say , of less authority ,
ward to ...
... by an encreasing feelings of imagination with which exactness of minute
research , and a we look back upon antiquity ... been rendered less interesting ,
and whole mind of the nation looks foralmost , we might say , of less authority ,
ward to ...
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COME , listen Gentles all , I dared not look around , And Ladies unto me , Till , by
degrees grown bolder , And you shall be told of a Sailor bold I saw a grim sprite ,
by the moon's pale light ; As ever sail'd on Sea . Dim glimmering at my shoulder ...
COME , listen Gentles all , I dared not look around , And Ladies unto me , Till , by
degrees grown bolder , And you shall be told of a Sailor bold I saw a grim sprite ,
by the moon's pale light ; As ever sail'd on Sea . Dim glimmering at my shoulder ...
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Perhaps they would look men differ so much as in regard to better in mortar . As
they are arranged Blue Stockings . I believe that the at Mucruss Abbey , they look
like great majority of literary men look upon clusters of the wax of the humble ...
Perhaps they would look men differ so much as in regard to better in mortar . As
they are arranged Blue Stockings . I believe that the at Mucruss Abbey , they look
like great majority of literary men look upon clusters of the wax of the humble ...
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Página 54 - On the demise of a person of eminence, it is confidently averred that he had a hand "open as day to melting charity," and that "take him for all in all, we ne'er shall look upon his like again.
Página 259 - WHEN Ruth was left half desolate, Her Father took another Mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold. And she had made a pipe of straw, And music from that pipe could draw Like sounds of winds and floods ; Had built a bower upon the green, As if she from her birth had been An infant of the woods.
Página 258 - My Friend! enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more ; Be wise and chearful ; and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye. She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
Página 261 - That oaten pipe of hers is mute, Or thrown away; but with a flute Her loneliness she cheers: This flute, made of a hemlock stalk, At evening in his homeward walk The Quantock woodman hears.
Página 215 - COME, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come ; And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, While music wakes around, veiled in a shower ' Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Página 144 - My constant reflections on the inconvenient, or rather injurious rites, introduced by the peculiar practice of Hindoo idolatry, which, more than any other pagan worship, destroys the texture of society, together with compassion for my countrymen, have compelled me to use every possible effort to awaken them from their dream of error: and by making them acquainted with their scriptures, enable them to contemplate with true devotion the unity and omnipresence of Nature's God..
Página 148 - I had thought myself in an ancient castle (a very natural dream for a head filled like mine with Gothic story) and that on the uppermost bannister of a great staircase I saw a gigantic hand in armour.
Página 160 - Leviathan, which God of all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Página 149 - I completed in less than two months, that one evening I wrote from the time I had drunk my tea, about six o'clock, till half an hour after one in the morning, when my hand and fingers were so weary, that I could not hold the pen to finish the sentence, but left Matilda and Isabella talking, in the middle of a paragraph.
Página 259 - Cased in the unfeeling armour of old time, The lightning, the fierce wind, and trampling waves. Farewell, farewell, the heart that lives alone, Housed in a dream, at distance from the kind ! Such happiness, wherever it be known, Is to be pitied ; for 'tis surely blind. But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, And frequent sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights, or worse, as are before me here. — Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.