The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays, Volum 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1813 |
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... Fair ! Yon monitor survey , That awful living legend of the day ; Tread soft , nor rudely press the hallow'd ground , Where all is sacred mystery around ; Where nodding reason must perforce awake , When passion sleeps while mouldering ...
... Fair ! Yon monitor survey , That awful living legend of the day ; Tread soft , nor rudely press the hallow'd ground , Where all is sacred mystery around ; Where nodding reason must perforce awake , When passion sleeps while mouldering ...
Side 24
... fair , as you and others do , To all alike vow'd constancy , and strove To fix each heart , unpractis'd yet in love , Till genuine ardour warm'd my breast at last , And disappointment paid me for the past ; Thus robb'd of all that ...
... fair , as you and others do , To all alike vow'd constancy , and strove To fix each heart , unpractis'd yet in love , Till genuine ardour warm'd my breast at last , And disappointment paid me for the past ; Thus robb'd of all that ...
Side 25
... Fair ! attend , Life and its pleasures soon must have an end ; One general summons hence we all obey , One fate absorbs this tenement of clay ; Man in his strength , and beauty in its prime , Float but as bubbles on th ' expanse of time ...
... Fair ! attend , Life and its pleasures soon must have an end ; One general summons hence we all obey , One fate absorbs this tenement of clay ; Man in his strength , and beauty in its prime , Float but as bubbles on th ' expanse of time ...
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... fair past'ral scene ! Arcadia's self behold ! -her waving woods , Her flow'ry meads , and silver shining floods : Each rural beauty rises to the sight , And the whole landscape smiles serene delight . Awhile it pleases , but the painter ...
... fair past'ral scene ! Arcadia's self behold ! -her waving woods , Her flow'ry meads , and silver shining floods : Each rural beauty rises to the sight , And the whole landscape smiles serene delight . Awhile it pleases , but the painter ...
Side 51
... fair bright day , yet ceaseth he no while ; But hath his candles to prolong his toil . By him lay heavy SLEEP , the cousin of Death , Flat on the ground , and still as any stone , A very corpse , save yielding forth a breath ; Small ...
... fair bright day , yet ceaseth he no while ; But hath his candles to prolong his toil . By him lay heavy SLEEP , the cousin of Death , Flat on the ground , and still as any stone , A very corpse , save yielding forth a breath ; Small ...
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The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and ..., Volum 2 Sir Egerton Brydges Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1813 |
The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and ..., Volum 2 Sir Egerton Brydges Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1813 |
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Side 163 - I never framed a wish, or formed a plan, That flattered me with hopes of earthly bliss, But there I laid the scene. There early strayed My fancy, ere yet liberty of choice Had found me, or the hope of being free. My very dreams were rural, rural too...
Side 47 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Side 309 - exclaims the Lance; 'Bear me to the heart of France,' Is the longing of the Shield; Tell thy name, thou trembling field; Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory ! Happy day, and mighty hour...
Side 43 - FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro...
Side 55 - By him lay heavy Sleep, the cousin of Death, Flat on the ground, and still as any stone, A very corpse, save yielding forth a breath : Small keep took he, whom Fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but, as a living death, So, dead alive, of life he drew the breath.
Side 270 - It gave me inexpressible pleasure to find myself in the midst of so noble an amphitheatre, almost encircled by the vast regions of Asia, which has ever been esteemed the nurse of sciences, the inventress of delightful and useful arts...
Side 9 - For oft the heavenly fire, that lay conceal'd Beneath the sleeping embers, mounted fast, And all its native light anew reveal'd: Oft as he travers'd the cerulean field, And mark'd the clouds that drove before the wind, Ten thousand glorious systems would he build, Ten thousand great ideas fill'd his mind; But with the clouds they fled, and left no trace behind.
Side 58 - No towns, ne realms, cities, ne strongest tower, But all, perforce, must yield unto his power. His dart, anon, out of the corpse he took, And in his hand, a dreadful sight to see...
Side 56 - His scalp all piled,1 and he with eld forelore, His wither'd fist still knocking at death's door; Fumbling, and drivelling, as he draws his breath ; For brief, the shape and messenger of Death.
Side 57 - Crookbacked he was, tooth-shaken, and blear-eyed, Went on three feet, and sometime crept on four, With old lame bones that rattled by his side, His scalp all pilled and he with eld forlore; His withered fist still knocking at Death's door, Fumbling and drivelling as he draws his breath; For brief, the shape and messenger of Death.