The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., Volume 1Includes poetry and prose, chiefly by contemporary writers, including Shelley, Byron, Hunt, Scott, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, and many others. |
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... tree swinging less fiercely in the weakened blast . He then recollected where he was his real con- dition returned upon him - and that sweet maiden was then to him only a phantom once seen , and to smile upon him no more . He rose at ...
... tree swinging less fiercely in the weakened blast . He then recollected where he was his real con- dition returned upon him - and that sweet maiden was then to him only a phantom once seen , and to smile upon him no more . He rose at ...
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... rose up in the early sun light , and revealed far below the motionless silence of the wooden glen . He sat alone by ... tree to tree , -no sound but that of the cushat mixing with the murmur of the waterfall . Edward Ashton looked ...
... rose up in the early sun light , and revealed far below the motionless silence of the wooden glen . He sat alone by ... tree to tree , -no sound but that of the cushat mixing with the murmur of the waterfall . Edward Ashton looked ...
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... rose - tree in blow ( as a new year's gift ) on the first of January ; I have never succeeded . Every year I have put a quantity of rose - trees into vases ; the greater number perished ; and I have never been able to offer one rose to ...
... rose - tree in blow ( as a new year's gift ) on the first of January ; I have never succeeded . Every year I have put a quantity of rose - trees into vases ; the greater number perished ; and I have never been able to offer one rose to ...
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... rose- trees . " The death of the greater number of my eleves , however , soon lightened my labour ; more than half of them never struck root . I flung them into the fire ; a fourth part of those that remained , after unfolding some ...
... rose- trees . " The death of the greater number of my eleves , however , soon lightened my labour ; more than half of them never struck root . I flung them into the fire ; a fourth part of those that remained , after unfolding some ...
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... rose - tree was still on the peristyle : never had it been so precious to me ; I hastened to it ; and scarcely was I ... rose - trees , of which it was making its evening repast with no slight avi- dity . " I caught up the first thing in ...
... rose - tree was still on the peristyle : never had it been so precious to me ; I hastened to it ; and scarcely was I ... rose - trees , of which it was making its evening repast with no slight avi- dity . " I caught up the first thing in ...
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Page 72 - The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Page 387 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 414 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Page 382 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Page 386 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot" from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Page 386 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between.
Page 391 - And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Who now doth crazy go, Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Page 414 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Page 384 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand so brown.
Page 268 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.