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Ministri de miei mali ! Se chiusi m ' uccidete , Aperti , - che farete ? " Or , as
Clarendon Gage translated it . “ Ye mortal stars ! ye eyes that , e ' en in sleep ,
Can thus my senses chain ' d in wonder keep , Say , if when closed , your
beauties thus I ...
Ministri de miei mali ! Se chiusi m ' uccidete , Aperti , - che farete ? " Or , as
Clarendon Gage translated it . “ Ye mortal stars ! ye eyes that , e ' en in sleep ,
Can thus my senses chain ' d in wonder keep , Say , if when closed , your
beauties thus I ...
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Here we are Engender ' d out of nothing cognisableIf this were not a wonder ,
nothing is ; If this be wonderful , then all is so . Man ' s grosser attributes can
generate What is not , and has never been at all ; What should forbid his fancy to
restore ...
Here we are Engender ' d out of nothing cognisableIf this were not a wonder ,
nothing is ; If this be wonderful , then all is so . Man ' s grosser attributes can
generate What is not , and has never been at all ; What should forbid his fancy to
restore ...
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I wonder whether we could find some old mariner , who could give us a chaunt
from Tasso ? ” . Descending from the Campanile , Sir Henry made enquiries on
the quay , and with some difficulty found gondoliers , who could still recite from
their ...
I wonder whether we could find some old mariner , who could give us a chaunt
from Tasso ? ” . Descending from the Campanile , Sir Henry made enquiries on
the quay , and with some difficulty found gondoliers , who could still recite from
their ...
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And here may we notice , that it has been a source of wonder to us , that English
tourists , whose ubiquity is great , have not oftener been seen straying , by the
side of the lake of Wallensee . A sweeter spot exists not ; - whether we rove by its
...
And here may we notice , that it has been a source of wonder to us , that English
tourists , whose ubiquity is great , have not oftener been seen straying , by the
side of the lake of Wallensee . A sweeter spot exists not ; - whether we rove by its
...
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Her romantic history — the legacies she has left usour early recollections ,
identifying with her existence as a nation , all that is good and glorious ;no
wonder these things should have shed a bright halo around her , and have made
each ...
Her romantic history — the legacies she has left usour early recollections ,
identifying with her existence as a nation , all that is good and glorious ;no
wonder these things should have shed a bright halo around her , and have made
each ...
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Acmé affection already appeared arrived beauty became bright brother brought calèche called carriage CHAPTER charm cheek close continued conversation dark death deep Delancey Delmé Emily English entered face fair feelings felt flowers followed gave gaze George George's girl give hair half hand happy head heard heart hope horses hour interest Italy kind land late leave letter light looked meet mind morning nature never night officer once party passed poor present reached regard remain replied rest returned road rose round scene seemed seen short side Sir Henry Sir Henry Delmé smile soon spirit step story stranger sweet tears tell thee Thompson thou thought told took travellers turned Vernon vessel voice walk wonder young youth
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Página 239 - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was : and the spirit shall return unto GOD Who gave it.
Página 44 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? B.ise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! LXXX.
Página 47 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Página 186 - tis sweet to view on high The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky. 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Página 11 - Ye Elements, in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted, can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot, Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot...
Página 62 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land — Good night...
Página 133 - ... where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away. I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups Those flowers made of light!
Página 179 - And when, at length, the mind shall be all free From what it hates in this degraded form, Reft of its carnal life, save what shall be Existent happier in the fly and worm, — When elements to elements conform, And dust is as it should be, shall I not Feel all I see, less dazzling, but more warm? The bodiless thought? the Spirit of each spot? Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot?
Página 220 - A being pass'd away ? The wonder lies In the mind merely of the wondering man. Treading the steps of common life with eyes Of curious inquisition, some will stare At each discovery of nature's ways, As it were new to find that God contrives. The contrary were marvellous to me, And till I find it I shall marvel not.
Página 59 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them ? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these? and stem A tide of suffering, rather than forego Such feelings for the hard and worldly phlegm Of those whose eyes are only turn'd below, Gazing upon the ground, with thoughts which dare not glow?
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Sir Henry Delmé, by a bushman Sir Henry Delmé, by a bushman, sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) |
| Autor | sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) |
| Publicado | 1841 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 19 Abr. 2006 |
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