The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, Volume 3Alexander Whitelaw 1833 |
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... , The Loss of the Abeona , 395 Song of the Spirit of Music , 405 406 A Highland Glen , Thoughts and opinions of S. T. Coleridge , 407 410 The Trumpet . The Black Ferry , 411 THE REPUBLIC OF LETTERS . DYSPEPSY . * " O CONTENTS . V.
... , The Loss of the Abeona , 395 Song of the Spirit of Music , 405 406 A Highland Glen , Thoughts and opinions of S. T. Coleridge , 407 410 The Trumpet . The Black Ferry , 411 THE REPUBLIC OF LETTERS . DYSPEPSY . * " O CONTENTS . V.
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... , ' Mid the clear bath , unfearing and secure , May sport , at noontide , in the caverned shade , Cold as the shadow , as the waters pure . THOMAS DOUBLEÞAY , THE LOSS OF THE ABEONA . * ONE night , 394 REPUBLIC OF LETTERS . The Sea-Cave,
... , ' Mid the clear bath , unfearing and secure , May sport , at noontide , in the caverned shade , Cold as the shadow , as the waters pure . THOMAS DOUBLEÞAY , THE LOSS OF THE ABEONA . * ONE night , 394 REPUBLIC OF LETTERS . The Sea-Cave,
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... Abeona , which sails to - morrow for the Cape . " This brought at once to my recollection one of our parishioners , whom , along with the elder of his district , I had visited some few days before , to con- verse and pray with him and ...
... Abeona , which sails to - morrow for the Cape . " This brought at once to my recollection one of our parishioners , whom , along with the elder of his district , I had visited some few days before , to con- verse and pray with him and ...
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... Abeona was burned at sea , I had never expected to meet again . I answered , " If you be glad to see me , how much gladder should I be to see you , James , in the land of the living and the place of hope : and your wife ? ” — “ Ah , sir ...
... Abeona was burned at sea , I had never expected to meet again . I answered , " If you be glad to see me , how much gladder should I be to see you , James , in the land of the living and the place of hope : and your wife ? ” — “ Ah , sir ...
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... complement of our people , passengers and all were upon the deck , enjoying the cool breeze and the fresh sea , our ears were stunned and our hearts 2 L III . appalled with a wild and fearful cry of " Fire THE LOSS OF THE ABEONA . 397.
... complement of our people , passengers and all were upon the deck , enjoying the cool breeze and the fresh sea , our ears were stunned and our hearts 2 L III . appalled with a wild and fearful cry of " Fire THE LOSS OF THE ABEONA . 397.
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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
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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!
Page 328 - The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 140 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Page 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.