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... Death o'er the armed hosts is flying , The Simoom from his wing their hearts - blood is drying , From the slumber of life into death they have past , And his is the march like a rustling blast , Their prowess and strength defying ...
... Death o'er the armed hosts is flying , The Simoom from his wing their hearts - blood is drying , From the slumber of life into death they have past , And his is the march like a rustling blast , Their prowess and strength defying ...
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... death itself is less intolerable than the fear of it . Let it not be imagined that I am seeking to screen any of these unhappy men from the consequences of their hallucination ; I am merely asserting a singu lar property of the mind ...
... death itself is less intolerable than the fear of it . Let it not be imagined that I am seeking to screen any of these unhappy men from the consequences of their hallucination ; I am merely asserting a singu lar property of the mind ...
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... Death is a sad radical : Horace assures us , that even in his days it was a matter of perfect indifference to the ghastly destroyer whether he aimed his dart at the towers of kings , or the hovels of the peasantry ; and in these ...
... Death is a sad radical : Horace assures us , that even in his days it was a matter of perfect indifference to the ghastly destroyer whether he aimed his dart at the towers of kings , or the hovels of the peasantry ; and in these ...
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... death yet , indeed , but death as no man ever saw it - not death approaching , but death departing : the dark and terrible insensibility of the grave is yielding to the life and light of the upper world ; the awful preparation for the ...
... death yet , indeed , but death as no man ever saw it - not death approaching , but death departing : the dark and terrible insensibility of the grave is yielding to the life and light of the upper world ; the awful preparation for the ...
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... death , before I fell into a delightful sleep , to dream of the busy and infatuated multitudes that had bewildered my senses during the day . THE GODS OF GREECE . FROM SCHILLER . FAIR beings of the fable - land ! How bless'd the race of ...
... death , before I fell into a delightful sleep , to dream of the busy and infatuated multitudes that had bewildered my senses during the day . THE GODS OF GREECE . FROM SCHILLER . FAIR beings of the fable - land ! How bless'd the race of ...
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Seite 41 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Seite 278 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Seite 339 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Seite 536 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Seite 539 - O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.
Seite 114 - I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
Seite 113 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Seite 539 - Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours: For time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd as he would fly, Grasps in the comer. Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Seite 63 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Seite 114 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.