The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., Volum 1John Aitken, 1824 - 420 pàgines Includes poetry and prose, chiefly by contemporary writers, including Shelley, Byron, Hunt, Scott, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, and many others. |
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Pàgina 2
... affection be full ? May gentle words and kindling smiles pass from the lips , and yet the heart remain cold and untouched , and willing to lose sight of , and to forget the object of its transitory tenderness ? It may be so with many ...
... affection be full ? May gentle words and kindling smiles pass from the lips , and yet the heart remain cold and untouched , and willing to lose sight of , and to forget the object of its transitory tenderness ? It may be so with many ...
Pàgina 3
... affection and each others worth , as much as if they had been mutually known for years . If there were not these strong and prevailing tendencies in our nature , the paths of life would be barren indeed ; as the friendships that spring ...
... affection and each others worth , as much as if they had been mutually known for years . If there were not these strong and prevailing tendencies in our nature , the paths of life would be barren indeed ; as the friendships that spring ...
Pàgina 8
... affection : and when she looked at her brother's picture on the wall of her bed - room , or the in- scription on the marble slab in the kirk , it was with a perfectly calm spirit , without vain repining or regret , and with a pleasant ...
... affection : and when she looked at her brother's picture on the wall of her bed - room , or the in- scription on the marble slab in the kirk , it was with a perfectly calm spirit , without vain repining or regret , and with a pleasant ...
Pàgina 9
... affection so tender and profound , that he wondered how a day could have produced it ; but then he consider- ed what a day that had been , and he wondered no more . All the domestics now came into the room , some of them old grey ...
... affection so tender and profound , that he wondered how a day could have produced it ; but then he consider- ed what a day that had been , and he wondered no more . All the domestics now came into the room , some of them old grey ...
Pàgina 11
... affection , could you bear to look on me as your son - in- law ? If not , I will leave Glen - Creran to - night . " He spoke with great emotion , although suppressed ; for to be pitied , and even esteem- ed , was still far different ...
... affection , could you bear to look on me as your son - in- law ? If not , I will leave Glen - Creran to - night . " He spoke with great emotion , although suppressed ; for to be pitied , and even esteem- ed , was still far different ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.