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... heads sufficiently comprehensive to show the intended nature of our publication , and the desire we feel to purvey " for each and for all . " It is , perhaps , expected that some information should be given as to the extent of our ...
... heads sufficiently comprehensive to show the intended nature of our publication , and the desire we feel to purvey " for each and for all . " It is , perhaps , expected that some information should be given as to the extent of our ...
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... head , Many will leave life's little stage And slumber with the dead ; But what of that ? their souls may be In a bright and blest eternity . Some that have basked for many a day In fortune's sunny smile Will find that pleasures fade ...
... head , Many will leave life's little stage And slumber with the dead ; But what of that ? their souls may be In a bright and blest eternity . Some that have basked for many a day In fortune's sunny smile Will find that pleasures fade ...
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... head destroyed , than a second in its place appears . Nay , like the polypus , mutilations seem but to multiply its growth , and each severed portion , in time , becomes a perfect whole . Not , therefore , with the most distant hope of ...
... head destroyed , than a second in its place appears . Nay , like the polypus , mutilations seem but to multiply its growth , and each severed portion , in time , becomes a perfect whole . Not , therefore , with the most distant hope of ...
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... head , and gazed : ' Tis I , my Theseus , spake the whispering form . ' Tis I , thy Ariadne ! take this coil , The thread is fasten'd to the entrance - door ; Let it unwind as thou shalt pace along The subterranean wilderness of vaults ...
... head , and gazed : ' Tis I , my Theseus , spake the whispering form . ' Tis I , thy Ariadne ! take this coil , The thread is fasten'd to the entrance - door ; Let it unwind as thou shalt pace along The subterranean wilderness of vaults ...
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... head , which heirs its brilliance , Alas ! how often it conceals a head Void , feeble , careless of each public duty ; Lewd , or rapacious , brooding long oppressions , Or stain'd with crime , and dropping human blood . Whom it ...
... head , which heirs its brilliance , Alas ! how often it conceals a head Void , feeble , careless of each public duty ; Lewd , or rapacious , brooding long oppressions , Or stain'd with crime , and dropping human blood . Whom it ...
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Page 229 - Commander ; he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than Archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured...
Page 297 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me, — But let us part fair foes ; I do believe, Though I have found them not, that there may be Words which are things, — hopes which will not deceive, And virtues which are merciful, nor weave Snares for the failing : I would also deem O'er others...
Page 231 - An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, while all around is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn : Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene.
Page 20 - Are brought; and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce, From beds of raging fire to starve in ice...
Page 229 - Less than archangel ruin'd, and the excess Of glory obscured : as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams ; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Page 229 - To paint things as they are, requires a minute attention, and employs the memory rather than the fancy. Milton's delight was to sport in the wide regions of possibility; reality was a scene too narrow for his mind. He sent his faculties out upon discovery, into worlds where only imagination can travel, and delighted to form new modes of existence, and furnish sentiment and action to superior beings, to trace the counsels of Hell, or accompany the choirs of Heaven.
Page 323 - I HAVE often had occasion to remark the fortitude with which women sustain the most overwhelming reverses of fortune. Those disasters which break down the spirit of a man and prostrate him in the dust, seem to call forth all the energies of the softer sex, and give such 5 intrepidity and elevation to their character that at times it approaches to sublimity.
Page 231 - Wax faint o'er the gardens of gul in her bloom, Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute , Where the tints of the earth , and the hues of the sky , In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of Ocean is deepest in die , Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine , And all, save the spirit of man , is divine ? Tis the clime of the East, 'tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ?...
Page 231 - Spit, fire ! spout, rain ! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man: — But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high-engender'd battles, 'gainst a head So old and white as this.
Page 47 - Where the violets lie may be now your home. Ye of the rose-lip and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly ! With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine— I may not stay.