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I trust I shall hear from Sydenham good and pleasing accounts of your health and
spirits . . . * At this star , I stop to break open a letter from poor Matilda . She says
my favourites are all well . — All well ! it sounds like the sweet note of the ...
I trust I shall hear from Sydenham good and pleasing accounts of your health and
spirits . . . * At this star , I stop to break open a letter from poor Matilda . She says
my favourites are all well . — All well ! it sounds like the sweet note of the ...
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Fine natural spirits — a mind of vigour , yet not impetuosity - a tone of temper and
blood so calm , and yet elastic — are symptoms to me incontestable of nature
intending you for very few and transient ailments . I could almost play the prophet
...
Fine natural spirits — a mind of vigour , yet not impetuosity - a tone of temper and
blood so calm , and yet elastic — are symptoms to me incontestable of nature
intending you for very few and transient ailments . I could almost play the prophet
...
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It ends rather abruptly - - not but that there is great spirit in the descriptionbut a
spirit not quite suitable to the soft and soothing tenor of the poem . The most
dangerous faults , however , are your faults of diction . There is still a good deal of
...
It ends rather abruptly - - not but that there is great spirit in the descriptionbut a
spirit not quite suitable to the soft and soothing tenor of the poem . The most
dangerous faults , however , are your faults of diction . There is still a good deal of
...
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Dreadfully wounded in spirit , like the rest of his countrymen , at the fall of French
glory — as they falsely conceive it - a sort of hesitating friend of the Bourbons and
peace - he , nevertheless , displayed to me a reverence for England , and her ...
Dreadfully wounded in spirit , like the rest of his countrymen , at the fall of French
glory — as they falsely conceive it - a sort of hesitating friend of the Bourbons and
peace - he , nevertheless , displayed to me a reverence for England , and her ...
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259 AV eve that perished on the fatal 2nd of September . But enough of this
gloomy subject . “ I have been obliged to keep my room , but you see I have not
lost my spirits . I look forward to happy days in Sydenham . To - morrow I shall
change ...
259 AV eve that perished on the fatal 2nd of September . But enough of this
gloomy subject . “ I have been obliged to keep my room , but you see I have not
lost my spirits . I look forward to happy days in Sydenham . To - morrow I shall
change ...
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Seite 445 - But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion, He sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh. Sad is my fate...
Seite 43 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!
Seite 140 - I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Seite 46 - ... yet amidst that joy and uproar, Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore ! Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou ; Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave ! While the billow mournful rolls, And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing glory to the souls Of the brave ! THOMAS CAMPBELL.
Seite 272 - Lady. Is she young or old? Page. Neither, if right I guess ; but she is fair : For time hath laid his hand so gently on her, As he too had been aw'd.
Seite 26 - Though boundless snows the wither'd heath deform, And the dim sun scarce wanders through the storm, Yet shall the smile of social love repay, With mental light the melancholy day! And, when its short and sullen noon is o'er, The ice-chain'd waters slumbering on the shore, • How bright the faggots in his little hall Blaze on the hearth, and warm the pictured wall!
Seite 44 - Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back : Their shots along the deep .slowly boom : Then ceased and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail ; Or, in conflagration pale, Light the gloom.
Seite 42 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone : By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand. And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Seite 315 - But years more gloomy follow'd, and no more The assembled people dared in face of day To worship God, or even at the dead Of night, save when the wintry storm raved fierce, And thunder-peals...
Seite 46 - By the festal cities blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore.