The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, Volume 3Alexander Whitelaw 1833 |
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... standing in the midst of green meadows and cul- tivated fields , told me that was the place to which I was going . As I paused awhile to contemplate the little rural landscape , I could not help wishing that it had pleased Providence to ...
... standing in the midst of green meadows and cul- tivated fields , told me that was the place to which I was going . As I paused awhile to contemplate the little rural landscape , I could not help wishing that it had pleased Providence to ...
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... Standing at the threshold of the western Highlands , the scene must be familiar to many readers , especially since steam boats be- gan , with clanking din , to open up the recesses of Nature , and lay bare her beauties . But it is in a ...
... Standing at the threshold of the western Highlands , the scene must be familiar to many readers , especially since steam boats be- gan , with clanking din , to open up the recesses of Nature , and lay bare her beauties . But it is in a ...
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... standing on deck , well and hearty , only a bit thinner than he was five months ago ? Mary leaned from the window , but could not speak . ' Why , it was your husband himself , ' continued the generous sea- man . ' He and three others ...
... standing on deck , well and hearty , only a bit thinner than he was five months ago ? Mary leaned from the window , but could not speak . ' Why , it was your husband himself , ' continued the generous sea- man . ' He and three others ...
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... standing by and gazing idly on this scene of maternal anguish . I wandered to another part of the church - yard , where I remained until the funeral train had dispersed . When I saw the mother slowly and painfully quitting the grave ...
... standing by and gazing idly on this scene of maternal anguish . I wandered to another part of the church - yard , where I remained until the funeral train had dispersed . When I saw the mother slowly and painfully quitting the grave ...
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... standing behind one of the thick stone pillars , and with such force , that the point pierced one of the ribs , which prevented the wound from being mortal . The young man shrieked with agony ; and grasping towards the spot whence the ...
... standing behind one of the thick stone pillars , and with such force , that the point pierced one of the ribs , which prevented the wound from being mortal . The young man shrieked with agony ; and grasping towards the spot whence the ...
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Abeona Abnakis Ahasuerus Anatolius arms beautiful blessed boat BOTHWELL CASTLE breath Cæsar calomel child clane Colonel Hill cried dark death deep delight door dream earth Edwards eyes Eyloff face father Father Flanagan fear feel fell felt filly fire George Somers Glasgow Glencoe Greenock hand happy head heard heart heaven honour hope hour Jeannot Jesuit Julian knew lady laugh Lelia light living look Lord Lucerne madam marriage marry master Merry Michaul mind morning mother mountain negroes never night Nocton Norridgewocks o'er Otoolpha ould passed poor priest replied rich rocks round says Jack scene seemed side silence slaves sleep smile soon sorrow soul spirit stood stranger sure Switzerland syllabub tears tell thee thing thou thought took turned voice Waldstetten white mustard wife wild wonder word young youth
Popular passages
Page 335 - 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.
Page 335 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Page 332 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from the dream of life ; Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Page 334 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
Page 331 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
Page 328 - The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
Page 333 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Page 334 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Page 140 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Page 388 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. " The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.