The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, Band 3Alexander Whitelaw 1833 |
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... tell me the rea- son of this emigration of the old enemy , from the great toe to the stomach ? The old gentleman had a heart big enough to hold all the world , except the French , the Democrats , and the multiplicity of cousins , and ...
... tell me the rea- son of this emigration of the old enemy , from the great toe to the stomach ? The old gentleman had a heart big enough to hold all the world , except the French , the Democrats , and the multiplicity of cousins , and ...
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... tell how . I slept all the evening , and lay awake all the night ; or if I fell asleep , always dreamed I was suffocating between two feather beds . I was plagued worse than poor Pharaoh . I had aches of all sorts ; stiff necks , pains ...
... tell how . I slept all the evening , and lay awake all the night ; or if I fell asleep , always dreamed I was suffocating between two feather beds . I was plagued worse than poor Pharaoh . I had aches of all sorts ; stiff necks , pains ...
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... tell how much better I felt in his society . We formed a select coterie , and managed to sit next each other at meals , where we discussed the subject of digestion . We were all blessed with excellent appetites , and particularly fond ...
... tell how much better I felt in his society . We formed a select coterie , and managed to sit next each other at meals , where we discussed the subject of digestion . We were all blessed with excellent appetites , and particularly fond ...
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... tell me which way the wind blows ? I wish you all hap- " here he was beset by a yawn which lasted till I was in my carriage , and on my way to the city . Arriving in town , I plunged into a sea of troubles . The young- er partner of our ...
... tell me which way the wind blows ? I wish you all hap- " here he was beset by a yawn which lasted till I was in my carriage , and on my way to the city . Arriving in town , I plunged into a sea of troubles . The young- er partner of our ...
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... , I am neither a giant myself , nor have I any sons that are giants . " " Well , well , " said he , " I will tell you what was partly my reason , -what was partly my reason , for asking you over 22 REPUBLIC OF LETTERS .
... , I am neither a giant myself , nor have I any sons that are giants . " " Well , well , " said he , " I will tell you what was partly my reason , -what was partly my reason , for asking you over 22 REPUBLIC OF LETTERS .
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Abeona Abnakis Ahasuerus Anatolius arms beautiful blessed boat BOTHWELL CASTLE breath Cæsar calomel child clane Colonel Hill cried dark death deep delight door dream earth Edwards eyes Eyloff face father Father Flanagan fear feel fell felt filly fire George Somers Glasgow Glencoe Greenock hand happy head heard heart heaven honour hope hour Jeannot Jesuit Julian knew lady laugh Lelia light living look Lord Lucerne madam marriage marry master Merry Michaul mind morning mother mountain negroes never night Nocton Norridgewocks o'er Otoolpha ould passed poor priest replied rich rocks round says Jack scene seemed side silence slaves sleep smile soon sorrow soul spirit stood stranger sure Switzerland syllabub tears tell thee thing thou thought took turned voice Waldstetten white mustard wife wild wonder word young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 335 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Seite 335 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Seite 332 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from the dream of life ; Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Seite 334 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
Seite 331 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
Seite 328 - The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
Seite 333 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Seite 334 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Seite 140 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Seite 388 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. " The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.