The Works of Thomas Love Peacock: Poetry. Miscellanies. Four ages of poetry. Horæ dramaticæ, no. 1-3 . Shelley. Shelley lettersR. Bentley and son, 1875 |
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... head and the feet then their victim they held , Who with pain and with fear most tremendously yell'd ; And with one little lamp that scarce shone through the gloom , In path curvilinear march'd out of the room , And , unheeding the ...
... head and the feet then their victim they held , Who with pain and with fear most tremendously yell'd ; And with one little lamp that scarce shone through the gloom , In path curvilinear march'd out of the room , And , unheeding the ...
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... head , And prone on the floor fell this son of the cowl , And howl'd , deeply - smarting , a terrible howl ! Poor AUGUSTINE's bosom with terror was cold , On finding his burthen thus slide from his hold : Then , cautiously stealing ...
... head , And prone on the floor fell this son of the cowl , And howl'd , deeply - smarting , a terrible howl ! Poor AUGUSTINE's bosom with terror was cold , On finding his burthen thus slide from his hold : Then , cautiously stealing ...
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... head , on his whole race , and on his country . " The desperate extremity to which the Palmyrenian was now reduced , called into action all the latent powers of his soul . He met Sapor ; but he met him in arms . Infusing his own spirit ...
... head , on his whole race , and on his country . " The desperate extremity to which the Palmyrenian was now reduced , called into action all the latent powers of his soul . He met Sapor ; but he met him in arms . Infusing his own spirit ...
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... head , Swift as the death - fire cleaves the sky , Swept on sounding pinions by ? ' Twas TIME : I know the FOE OF KINGS , His scythe , and sand , and eagle wings : He cast a burning look around , And wav'd his bony hand , and frown'd ...
... head , Swift as the death - fire cleaves the sky , Swept on sounding pinions by ? ' Twas TIME : I know the FOE OF KINGS , His scythe , and sand , and eagle wings : He cast a burning look around , And wav'd his bony hand , and frown'd ...
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... head : the moss whistled to the wind . The fox looked out from the windows , the rank grass of the wall waved round his head . Desolate is the dwelling of MoINA , silence is in the house of her fathers . Raise the song of mourning , oh ...
... head : the moss whistled to the wind . The fox looked out from the windows , the rank grass of the wall waved round his head . Desolate is the dwelling of MoINA , silence is in the house of her fathers . Raise the song of mourning , oh ...
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The Works of Thomas Love Peacock: Poetry. Miscellanies. Four ages of poetry ... Thomas Love Peacock Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1875 |
The Works of Thomas Love Peacock: Poetry. Miscellanies. Four ages of poetry ... Thomas Love Peacock Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1875 |
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Side 387 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Side 17 - The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters: but God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a rolling thing before the whirlwind.
Side 409 - Brown's four novels, Schiller's Robbers, and Goethe's Faust were, of all the works with which he was familiar, those which took the deepest root in his mind, and had the strongest influence in the formation of his character.
Side 462 - Eyes of some men travel far For the finding of a star; Up and down the heavens they go, Men that keep a mighty rout! I'm as great as they, I trow, Since the day I found thee out, Little Flower!
Side 11 - Europe has produced several illustrious women who have sustained with glory the weight of empire ; nor is our own age destitute of such distinguished characters. But if we except the doubtful achievements of Semiramis, Zenobia is perhaps the only female whose superior genius broke through the servile indolence imposed on her sex by the climate and manners of Asia.
Side 396 - I went to Shelley's rooms : he was absent ; but before I had collected our books he rushed in. He was terribly agitated. I anxiously inquired what had happened. ' I am expelled,' he said, as soon as he had recovered himself a little.
Side 406 - Cornelia assists me in this language. Did I not once tell you that I thought her cold and reserved? She is the reverse of this, as she is the reverse of everything bad. She inherits all the divinity of her mother.
Side 335 - A poet in our times is a semi-barbarian in a civilized community.
Side 436 - I was silent from astonishment : was it possible this mild-looking beardless boy could be the veritable monster at war with all the world ? — excommunicated by the Fathers of the Church, deprived of his civil rights by the fiat of a grim Lord Chancellor, discarded by every member of his family, and denounced by the rival sages of our literature as the founder of a Satanic school ? I could not believe it ; it must be a hoax.
Side 386 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird...