Rambles and ReveriesJ. P. Giffing, 1841 - 436 páginas |
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... , making it a foun- tain of poetic inspiration , and a golden link which bound him to the world of spirits ; a quenchless sentiment , 6 whose intensity vivified and hallowed existence . It is sufficient 2 A DAY AT RAVENNA . 13.
... , making it a foun- tain of poetic inspiration , and a golden link which bound him to the world of spirits ; a quenchless sentiment , 6 whose intensity vivified and hallowed existence . It is sufficient 2 A DAY AT RAVENNA . 13.
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Henry Theodore Tuckerman. whose intensity vivified and hallowed existence . It is sufficient to remember , that we are near the ashes of a man who proved himself a patriot , and when made the victim of political faction , and banished ...
Henry Theodore Tuckerman. whose intensity vivified and hallowed existence . It is sufficient to remember , that we are near the ashes of a man who proved himself a patriot , and when made the victim of political faction , and banished ...
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... existence of the cholera in Sicily , it is necessary to remember the circum- stances and temperament of the people . Perhaps in no spot of earth do the extremes of civilized and savage life so nearly approach each other as in this rich ...
... existence of the cholera in Sicily , it is necessary to remember the circum- stances and temperament of the people . Perhaps in no spot of earth do the extremes of civilized and savage life so nearly approach each other as in this rich ...
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... existence . When I received his kindly - uttered buon viaggio , and followed his retreat- ing figure as he went to resume his station by his father's bed - side , I could not but feel that the tyranny of Austria had not yet exhausted ...
... existence . When I received his kindly - uttered buon viaggio , and followed his retreat- ing figure as he went to resume his station by his father's bed - side , I could not but feel that the tyranny of Austria had not yet exhausted ...
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... existence is all a feeling , not yet shaped into a thought , ' it is often mani- fested in singular perfection , and never have I seen it more so than in Angelica . It was a lesson in the art of love , worthy of Ovidius himself , to ...
... existence is all a feeling , not yet shaped into a thought , ' it is often mani- fested in singular perfection , and never have I seen it more so than in Angelica . It was a lesson in the art of love , worthy of Ovidius himself , to ...
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Página 227 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence...
Página 228 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Página 198 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 283 - She, as a veil down to the slender waist, Her unadorned golden tresses wore Dishevelled, but in wanton ringlets waved As the vine curls her tendrils, which implied Subjection, but required with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best received Yielded, with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.
Página 246 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ; None knew thee but to love thee, None named thee but to praise.
Página 213 - I saw her upon nearer view A spirit, yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food : For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Página 241 - glassy eyes put light ; — be still ! keep down thine ire ! Bid these white lips a blessing speak, — this earth is not my sire: Give me back him for whom I strove, — for whom my blood was shed. Thou canst not? — and a king! — his dust be mountains on thy head!
Página 291 - She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Página 198 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Página 198 - Yet faded from him; Sidney, as he fought And as he fell and as he lived and loved Sublimely mild, a Spirit without spot, Arose; and Lucan, by his death approved: Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reproved.