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... Early Italian Literature , Lamartine , Milton's Idea of Satan , Misanthropy , Old Readings , Pontiac , the Ottawa , Poetic Fiction , Recollections of Burns , Reverence , Samuel Taylor Coleridge , Sir Walter Scott , Shylock , The Breach ...
... Early Italian Literature , Lamartine , Milton's Idea of Satan , Misanthropy , Old Readings , Pontiac , the Ottawa , Poetic Fiction , Recollections of Burns , Reverence , Samuel Taylor Coleridge , Sir Walter Scott , Shylock , The Breach ...
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... early years with difficulties which gave a resolu- tion to his character , he achieved by his almost unaided exertions , a name and an eminence which few , if any literary man ever attained . But viewing his unexampled favor with the ...
... early years with difficulties which gave a resolu- tion to his character , he achieved by his almost unaided exertions , a name and an eminence which few , if any literary man ever attained . But viewing his unexampled favor with the ...
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... earliest to the ground , and so let me ! " and to the last ' fare you well , ' he gave the man for whom he was to die , he added , " Grieve not that I am fallen to this for you . " Few bear on earth the seraph spirit of Antonio . His ...
... earliest to the ground , and so let me ! " and to the last ' fare you well , ' he gave the man for whom he was to die , he added , " Grieve not that I am fallen to this for you . " Few bear on earth the seraph spirit of Antonio . His ...
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... early marked me for her victim ; my sympathies were strong , and I remember well the time when they first came upon me in their full force - yet when I was too young to have my views regarded ; -rude hands were taking down the old ...
... early marked me for her victim ; my sympathies were strong , and I remember well the time when they first came upon me in their full force - yet when I was too young to have my views regarded ; -rude hands were taking down the old ...
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... early quenched in night- I could but kneel adoring , And worship at its light . Wild thoughts that long had slumbered , Awakened at her smile ; Bright visions rose unnumbered , And reason slept the while , The gloom my path that ...
... early quenched in night- I could but kneel adoring , And worship at its light . Wild thoughts that long had slumbered , Awakened at her smile ; Bright visions rose unnumbered , And reason slept the while , The gloom my path that ...
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Página 356 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Página 172 - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign ; As man ere long and this new world shall know.
Página 172 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Página 323 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Página 172 - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Página 49 - Needs must thou prove a name most dear and holy To me, a son, a brother, and a friend, A husband, and a father! who revere All bonds of natural love, and find them all Within the limits of thy rocky shores.
Página 46 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula) to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
Página 340 - The ancient prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell ; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour, On earth is not his fellow.
Página 294 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Página 139 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.