Noctes Ambrosianæ, Volumen4W. D. Widdleton, 1866 |
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John Wilson, James Hogg, John Gibson Lockhart. tral lands o ' Africa , where lions gang ragin ' mad for water , when cheated out blood , canna be worse - dreamed I in a species o ' delirium - than this dungeon'd desert . Oh ! but a drap ...
John Wilson, James Hogg, John Gibson Lockhart. tral lands o ' Africa , where lions gang ragin ' mad for water , when cheated out blood , canna be worse - dreamed I in a species o ' delirium - than this dungeon'd desert . Oh ! but a drap ...
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... Land of Nod . Gude nicht . Wanken me at sax o'clock , in time for the Fly . ( Sleeps . ) Opium - Eater . In the brightest beauty there is perfect composure and calmı . Shepherd , ( turning on his side . ) Are you speakin ' about me ...
... Land of Nod . Gude nicht . Wanken me at sax o'clock , in time for the Fly . ( Sleeps . ) Opium - Eater . In the brightest beauty there is perfect composure and calmı . Shepherd , ( turning on his side . ) Are you speakin ' about me ...
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... land , -what a mystery in the murmurs of the kingdom - cleaving river ! Sweet bold music ! worthy of distinguishing - without dividing - England from Scotland -a patriotic poetry flowing in the imaginations of their heart - united sons ...
... land , -what a mystery in the murmurs of the kingdom - cleaving river ! Sweet bold music ! worthy of distinguishing - without dividing - England from Scotland -a patriotic poetry flowing in the imaginations of their heart - united sons ...
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... land in which they dwell , and blend with life itself . Opium - Eater . An hour ago , Mr. Tickler , you challenged Mr. North to a main at chess . Will you suffer me to be your antagonist for a single game ? Tickler . For love and glory ...
... land in which they dwell , and blend with life itself . Opium - Eater . An hour ago , Mr. Tickler , you challenged Mr. North to a main at chess . Will you suffer me to be your antagonist for a single game ? Tickler . For love and glory ...
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... land . In whose sea - odes - as in those shells Where Ocean's voice of mystery Seems still to sound - immortal dwells Old Albion's Spirit of the Sea . Such was our host ; and though , since then Slight clouds have risen ' twixt him and ...
... land . In whose sea - odes - as in those shells Where Ocean's voice of mystery Seems still to sound - immortal dwells Old Albion's Spirit of the Sea . Such was our host ; and though , since then Slight clouds have risen ' twixt him and ...
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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...