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 74
... heard , " said he , " the strange stories of the subterraneous passage , and that it winds in intricate mazes round the cloister ? " " No ; " replied John of Mengden , " but I should like to hear them over a bottle ; you shall relate ...
... heard , " said he , " the strange stories of the subterraneous passage , and that it winds in intricate mazes round the cloister ? " " No ; " replied John of Mengden , " but I should like to hear them over a bottle ; you shall relate ...
Pàgina 75
... heard on the steps ; his breathing was still audible , and the glimmer of his torch played on the damp walls . On a sudden all was silent , and the light disappeared . The listeners above were on the stretch of attention . Gothard was ...
... heard on the steps ; his breathing was still audible , and the glimmer of his torch played on the damp walls . On a sudden all was silent , and the light disappeared . The listeners above were on the stretch of attention . Gothard was ...
Pàgina 151
... heard a song , she heard it sung , She kend not where , but sae sweetly it rung , It fell on her ear like a dream of the morn : " O ! blest be the day Kilmeny was born ! Now shall the land of spirits see , Now shall it ken what a woman ...
... heard a song , she heard it sung , She kend not where , but sae sweetly it rung , It fell on her ear like a dream of the morn : " O ! blest be the day Kilmeny was born ! Now shall the land of spirits see , Now shall it ken what a woman ...
Pàgina 177
... heard of death ; I had seen him in various forms ; I had been in camps where he rages ; but never till now did he seem so terrible . Still the beautiful face of nature , which had tempted me to my fate , was the same : the clear sky ...
... heard of death ; I had seen him in various forms ; I had been in camps where he rages ; but never till now did he seem so terrible . Still the beautiful face of nature , which had tempted me to my fate , was the same : the clear sky ...
Pàgina 225
... heard the account , he said , " Do not repine ; as I have got thee again , I am not downhearted ; there remains still enough for us to hold up , and be comfortable ; the ocean will sometimes take from the one , and give to another ...
... heard the account , he said , " Do not repine ; as I have got thee again , I am not downhearted ; there remains still enough for us to hold up , and be comfortable ; the ocean will sometimes take from the one , and give to another ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Agenor Alberti appeared arms BATTLE OF ALBUERA beautiful behold Bianca bosom breath bright countenance Coventry dark daugh daughter dead dear death dream ducats earth Ernest Evaline eyes father fear feelings felt flowers frae gaze GAZNA Gianetto grave hand happy hath head heard heart heaven honour hope hour husband Isab Kilmeny knew lady leave light lips live look Lord Ludovico Sforza Marano Marganus Mary Stewart Masaniello Melmoth mind morning mother nature never night o'er once Oneyo passed passion poor replied returned Rosalie Rosario rose rose-tree round Samian wine scene seemed seen Sforza ship sigh silent sleep smile soon sorrow soul sound spirit stept stood stranger sweet tears tell tender thee Theresa thing thou thought tion took turned Twas Venice voice walk wife wild wind words young youth
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.