Noctes Ambrosianæ, Volumen4W. D. Widdleton, 1866 |
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... seem , A still , an everlasting dream . In yon greenwood there is a waik , And in that waik there is a wene , And in that wene there is a maike That neither hath flesh , blood , nor bane ; And down in yon greenwood he walks his lane ...
... seem , A still , an everlasting dream . In yon greenwood there is a waik , And in that waik there is a wene , And in that wene there is a maike That neither hath flesh , blood , nor bane ; And down in yon greenwood he walks his lane ...
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... seems , however , he had long been accustomed to minister in this way at the fairs and penny - weddings in Ettrick , and we on the present occasion were well content to be no more fas- tidious than the Shepherd's old rustic admirers ...
... seems , however , he had long been accustomed to minister in this way at the fairs and penny - weddings in Ettrick , and we on the present occasion were well content to be no more fas- tidious than the Shepherd's old rustic admirers ...
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... seem longing , methinks , for the still silence o ' the steadfast earth . Opium - Eater . The majesty of power is in the gentleness of beauty . Cannot an eye - call it in its trembling light a blue - sphered tear - in one moment set ...
... seem longing , methinks , for the still silence o ' the steadfast earth . Opium - Eater . The majesty of power is in the gentleness of beauty . Cannot an eye - call it in its trembling light a blue - sphered tear - in one moment set ...
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... seems now to me a more sacred thing in the obscurity of the pine - tree . The instincts of all the inferior creatures are now holy in my eyes - for , like reason's self , they have their origin in love . Affection for my own children ...
... seems now to me a more sacred thing in the obscurity of the pine - tree . The instincts of all the inferior creatures are now holy in my eyes - for , like reason's self , they have their origin in love . Affection for my own children ...
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... seems to feel itself worthy of the scorn it so per- petually endures ; and cruel humiliation destroys its virtue , by robbing it of its self - esteem . Shepherd . God's truth . Opium - Eater . Look on that picture - and on this . See ...
... seems to feel itself worthy of the scorn it so per- petually endures ; and cruel humiliation destroys its virtue , by robbing it of its self - esteem . Shepherd . God's truth . Opium - Eater . Look on that picture - and on this . See ...
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Página 301 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Página 386 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Página 385 - He who, though thus endued as with a sense And faculty for storm and turbulence, Is yet a soul whose master-bias leans To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes; Sweet images! which, wheresoe'er he be, Are at his heart; and such fidelity It is his darling passion to approve; More brave for this that he hath much to love...
Página 305 - The other Shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb...
Página 67 - What constitutes a state! Not high-raised battlement or labored mound, Thick wall or moated gate; Not cities proud, with spires and turrets crowned ; Not bays and broad-armed ports, Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride; Not starred and spangled courts, Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No: MEN, high-minded MEN...
Página 316 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Página 300 - They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased: now glowed the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus that led The starry host rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
Página xiv - Heaven, the spirits' care, That all whose minds unmeled remain Shall bloom in beauty when time is gane. With distant music, soft and deep, They lulled Kilmeny sound asleep ; And when she awakened, she lay her lane, All happed with flowers in the green-wood wene. When seven lang years had come and fled ; When grief was calm, and hope was dead ; When scarce was remembered Kilmeny 's name, Late, late in a gloamin...
Página 330 - Doomed for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purged away.
Página xii - For Kilmeny had been, she knew not where, And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare ; Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew, Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew. But it...