Literary Hours: Or, Sketches Critical and Narrative, Volume 2J. Burkitt, 1800 - English literature |
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... ideas possessed . my mind at the time I passed his door , which I did not do without checking my horse to indulge the tribute of a sigh . The concluding lines of his beautifully descriptive poem on Loch Leven , which was finished under ...
... ideas possessed . my mind at the time I passed his door , which I did not do without checking my horse to indulge the tribute of a sigh . The concluding lines of his beautifully descriptive poem on Loch Leven , which was finished under ...
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... idea , throws an air of interesting melan- choly around , and adds much to the effect of the scene . From this place however , she at length escaped through the assistance of George : Douglas , a youth of eighteen , who had been NO ...
... idea , throws an air of interesting melan- choly around , and adds much to the effect of the scene . From this place however , she at length escaped through the assistance of George : Douglas , a youth of eighteen , who had been NO ...
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... idea of her charms : the two following anecdotes however , and they may be depended upon , clearly ascertain her extreme beauty , and afford a striking instance of the fascination which usually waited upon her person .. When Mary , in ...
... idea of her charms : the two following anecdotes however , and they may be depended upon , clearly ascertain her extreme beauty , and afford a striking instance of the fascination which usually waited upon her person .. When Mary , in ...
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... idea of fatalism , and conceives himself destined to pour upon others the ven- geance of an irritated God ; he indulges there- fore , a gloomy and terrible delight in the execution of what he deems his dreadful mission , believing ...
... idea of fatalism , and conceives himself destined to pour upon others the ven- geance of an irritated God ; he indulges there- fore , a gloomy and terrible delight in the execution of what he deems his dreadful mission , believing ...
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... idea , impeding all effort to excel , is removed , and we may cheerfully proceed to compare , and to rank the productions of the modern lyric bard with the more applauded ones of the ancient . Under the classes of the Sublime , the ...
... idea , impeding all effort to excel , is removed , and we may cheerfully proceed to compare , and to rank the productions of the modern lyric bard with the more applauded ones of the ancient . Under the classes of the Sublime , the ...
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Page 124 - REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po ; Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door ; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Page 338 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear With thrice-great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Page 298 - Sovereign of the willing soul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares, And frantic Passions, hear thy soft control.
Page 3 - I, clapping my hands cheerily together, that was I in a desert, I would find out wherewith in it to call forth my affections : — if I could not do better, I would fasten them upon some sweet myrtle, or seek some melancholy cypress to connect myself to; — I would court their shade, and greet them kindly for their protection ; — I would cut my name upon them, and swear they were the loveliest trees throughout the desert; — if their leaves withered, I would teach myself to mourn: — and when...
Page 458 - Or gazed in merry clusters by your side ? Ye who can smile — to wisdom no disgrace — At the arch meaning of a kitten's face ; If spotless innocence, and infant mirth, Excites to praise, or gives reflection birth ; In shades like these pursue your favorite joy, Midst Nature's revels, sports that never cloy.
Page 253 - Along the woods, along the moorish fens, Sighs the sad genius of the coming storm ; And up among the loose disjointed cliffs, And fractur'd mountains wild, the brawling brook And cave, presageful, send a hollow moan, Resounding long in listening Fancy's ear.
Page 71 - Inspire my dreams, and my wild wanderings guide ; Your voice each rugged path of life can smooth, For well I know, wherever ye reside, There harmony, and peace, and innocence abide.
Page 229 - I sit by the mossy fountain; on the top of the hill of winds. One tree is rustling above me. Dark waves roll over the heath. The lake is troubled below. The deer descend from the hill. No hunter at a distance is seen. It is mid-day: but all is silent.
Page 242 - There oft is heard, at midnight, or at noon, Beginning faint, but rising still more loud, And nearer, voice of hunters, and of hounds, And horns, hoarse winded, blowing far and keen: — Forthwith the hubbub multiplies; the gale Labours with wilder shrieks, and rifer din Of hot pursuit; the broken cry of deer Mangled by throttling dogs; the shouts of men, And hoofs, thick beating on the hollow hill.
Page 243 - Or thither, where beneath the show'ry west The mighty kings of three fair realms are laid : Once foes, perhaps, together now they rest...