Essays critical and imaginativeBlackwood, 1856 |
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... stand across the ripple , till their gaffs seem to cut the sweet woods of Furness - Fells , and they put about each on less than her own length - ere that breeze- less bay may show , among the inverted umbrage , the drooping shadows of ...
... stand across the ripple , till their gaffs seem to cut the sweet woods of Furness - Fells , and they put about each on less than her own length - ere that breeze- less bay may show , among the inverted umbrage , the drooping shadows of ...
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... standing on , under easy sail , bound dreamward , so it is felt , for some port in Paradise . For our We have often promised that Maga should , in a few pages , give a guide to the Lakes . All we want to do , gentle lover of Nature , is ...
... standing on , under easy sail , bound dreamward , so it is felt , for some port in Paradise . For our We have often promised that Maga should , in a few pages , give a guide to the Lakes . All we want to do , gentle lover of Nature , is ...
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... standing in close connection with the cerulean the celestial concave ; and earth lies far below our feet . Therefore , our soul leaps down - not like a chamois - but like a bird - and that bird an eagle , -who , unhungering for aught ...
... standing in close connection with the cerulean the celestial concave ; and earth lies far below our feet . Therefore , our soul leaps down - not like a chamois - but like a bird - and that bird an eagle , -who , unhungering for aught ...
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... stands in no need of the veil of twilight to soften or disguise its features . As it glistens in the morning sunshine , it would fill the spectator's heart with gladsomeness . Looking from our chosen station , he would feel an ...
... stands in no need of the veil of twilight to soften or disguise its features . As it glistens in the morning sunshine , it would fill the spectator's heart with gladsomeness . Looking from our chosen station , he would feel an ...
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... stands our watch , such is the sympathy between the worthies . We cheerfully confess that we have occasionally seen ... standing as firm on one leg as if it had four , at equal distance from hearth and door , bed and window . Such bread ...
... stands our watch , such is the sympathy between the worthies . We cheerfully confess that we have occasionally seen ... standing as firm on one leg as if it had four , at equal distance from hearth and door , bed and window . Such bread ...
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202 psl. - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
222 psl. - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
203 psl. - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
201 psl. - E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
202 psl. - Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around Earth and her waters, and the depths of air Comes a still voice...
130 psl. - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
200 psl. - ... of these trees In music ; thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship; nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Wells softly forth and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest,...
138 psl. - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
219 psl. - That lifts his tossing mane. A moment in the British camp A moment and away Back to the pathless forest, Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs; Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven the Briton Forever from our...
201 psl. - Oh, from these sterner aspects of thy face Spare me and mine, nor let us need the wrath Of the mad unchained elements to teach Who rules them. Be it ours to meditate, In these calm shades, thy milder majesty, And to the beautiful order of thy works Learn to conform the order of our lives.