Blackwood's Magazine, Volum 36W. Blackwood, 1834 |
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Pàgina 7
... arms , with expressive but unintelli- gible gesticulations not a little ap- palling - yet mysterious terror is unquestionably one chief source of the sublime . " A blast ! a blast ! " and the truth flashed upon us with the explosion ...
... arms , with expressive but unintelli- gible gesticulations not a little ap- palling - yet mysterious terror is unquestionably one chief source of the sublime . " A blast ! a blast ! " and the truth flashed upon us with the explosion ...
Pàgina 15
... arms of a girl , lovelier even than herself , who had been keeping house during the wedding , and arranging the par- lour for a déjeûne at once rich and simple , while she had tastefully gar- landed the lintel and porch with flowers ...
... arms of a girl , lovelier even than herself , who had been keeping house during the wedding , and arranging the par- lour for a déjeûne at once rich and simple , while she had tastefully gar- landed the lintel and porch with flowers ...
Pàgina 16
... arms round our neck - and his blear- eyed face adhesive to our cheek -oh ! how unlike that face which half - an hour ago we bent back ours to meet - and from its balmy mouth received a kiss in the dim wood ! What is this ? what is this ...
... arms round our neck - and his blear- eyed face adhesive to our cheek -oh ! how unlike that face which half - an hour ago we bent back ours to meet - and from its balmy mouth received a kiss in the dim wood ! What is this ? what is this ...
Pàgina 17
... arms opened to fold it in our embrace . We were in love with Nature , and she with us , and in our intercommunion we became one living soul . B You may call this extravagant and it may be so 1834. ] 17 Christopher on Colonsay . Fytte ...
... arms opened to fold it in our embrace . We were in love with Nature , and she with us , and in our intercommunion we became one living soul . B You may call this extravagant and it may be so 1834. ] 17 Christopher on Colonsay . Fytte ...
Pàgina 19
... arms , lifts Mr Sitwell off the saddle , and places him behind Mr North , promising himself to follow . The sun is ... arm , we walk into the mouth of the Red Lion . Then , fa- cing about , we bow to the Fair , who ratifies our victory ...
... arms , lifts Mr Sitwell off the saddle , and places him behind Mr North , promising himself to follow . The sun is ... arm , we walk into the mouth of the Red Lion . Then , fa- cing about , we bow to the Fair , who ratifies our victory ...
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Pàgina 521 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled...
Pàgina 537 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roar'd the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold : And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Pàgina 521 - O, struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink : Companion of the...
Pàgina 536 - The Wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Pàgina 537 - And some in dreams assured were Of. the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.
Pàgina 514 - Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud — We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.
Pàgina 535 - Wordsworth, on the other hand, was to propose to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us...
Pàgina 160 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Pàgina 535 - DURING the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colours of imagination.
Pàgina 536 - And I am next of kin ; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din." He holds him with his skinny hand, " There was a ship," quoth he. "Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!" Eftsoons his hand dropt he. He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years child: The Mariner hath his will.