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Side xi
... Attempt of a young Poet to enter the Temple of Fame 20-31 LETTER IV . Female Beauty - Falling in Love - Narrative of an Incident of this kind - The Drawing - Room , a Poem 32-45 LETTER V. Effect of increasing Years on our Judgment of.
... Attempt of a young Poet to enter the Temple of Fame 20-31 LETTER IV . Female Beauty - Falling in Love - Narrative of an Incident of this kind - The Drawing - Room , a Poem 32-45 LETTER V. Effect of increasing Years on our Judgment of.
Side xiv
... a singular Retrospective Feeling -Attempt to account for it - Notice of a peculiarly vivid Impression sometimes experienced in the Depth of Night 187-209 LETTER XX . Propensity of Mankind to Imitation in the xiv CONTENTS .
... a singular Retrospective Feeling -Attempt to account for it - Notice of a peculiarly vivid Impression sometimes experienced in the Depth of Night 187-209 LETTER XX . Propensity of Mankind to Imitation in the xiv CONTENTS .
Side 8
... his remarks are generally received with cold- ness , if not with strong marks of offended pride ; notwithstanding the feeble smile which attempts to express that they are acceptable , they are 8 LETTERS FOR THE PRESS .
... his remarks are generally received with cold- ness , if not with strong marks of offended pride ; notwithstanding the feeble smile which attempts to express that they are acceptable , they are 8 LETTERS FOR THE PRESS .
Side 9
Francis Roscommon (pseud.) attempts to express that they are acceptable , they are tacitly felt as personal offences ; and they inevitably lower the talents and judgment of the critic in the estimation of the writer . In reflecting on ...
Francis Roscommon (pseud.) attempts to express that they are acceptable , they are tacitly felt as personal offences ; and they inevitably lower the talents and judgment of the critic in the estimation of the writer . In reflecting on ...
Side 12
... attempt it , my attention is imme- diately called to some other " rill of song " which bubbles up close to my ear . To a vacant mind it is " enchantment all , " and I am irre- sistibly led to exclaim , with the poet " Oh ! Nature , how ...
... attempt it , my attention is imme- diately called to some other " rill of song " which bubbles up close to my ear . To a vacant mind it is " enchantment all , " and I am irre- sistibly led to exclaim , with the poet " Oh ! Nature , how ...
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Side 33 - In every government, though terrors reign, Though tyrant kings or tyrant laws restrain, How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure! Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find. With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy: The lifted axe, the agonizing wheel, Luke's iron crown, 1 and Damien's bed of steel.
Side 163 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Side 163 - He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him...
Side 172 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Side 171 - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Side 172 - No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet, — But, hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm!
Side 63 - In oblique shadow on the walls. And since those trappings first were new How many a cloudless day, To rob the velvet of its hue, Has come and passed away ! How many a setting sun hath made That curious lattice-work of shade ! Crumbled beneath the hillock green The cunning hand must be, That...
Side 172 - Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain ; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear ; And when they smiled because he...
Side 168 - Alarm'd she trembles at the moving shade ; And feels alive through all her tender form, The whisper'd murmurs of the gathering storm ; Shuts her sweet eyelids to approaching night, , And hails with freshen'd. charms the rising light.
Side 164 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest...