The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., Volume 1Includes poetry and prose, chiefly by contemporary writers, including Shelley, Byron, Hunt, Scott, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, and many others. |
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... arms , with loud sobs , round her neck . The stranger remained upon his knees , with his hands clasped , and his eyes fixed upon them who now beheld him not , for many a wild thought was hurrying through their hearts . At length the ...
... arms , with loud sobs , round her neck . The stranger remained upon his knees , with his hands clasped , and his eyes fixed upon them who now beheld him not , for many a wild thought was hurrying through their hearts . At length the ...
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... arms of the sea . Valleys that stretched off into the dim and distant day shortened beneath his feet ; and he enjoyed the stern silence of the black pine forest , darkening for leagues the base of some mighty mountain . The belling of ...
... arms of the sea . Valleys that stretched off into the dim and distant day shortened beneath his feet ; and he enjoyed the stern silence of the black pine forest , darkening for leagues the base of some mighty mountain . The belling of ...
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... arm to her mother ; never yet had the brilliancy of her figure so struck me ; this time there was no occasion for her to speak to catch my eyes ; they were fixed on her , but her's were bent down ; however , she guessed that I was there ...
... arm to her mother ; never yet had the brilliancy of her figure so struck me ; this time there was no occasion for her to speak to catch my eyes ; they were fixed on her , but her's were bent down ; however , she guessed that I was there ...
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... arm to Madame de Belmont to conduct her to the evening parties ; she presented me as her friend , and they were no longer dull to her daughter . New- Year's - Day arrived . I had gone the evening before to a sheepfold in the vicinity to ...
... arm to Madame de Belmont to conduct her to the evening parties ; she presented me as her friend , and they were no longer dull to her daughter . New- Year's - Day arrived . I had gone the evening before to a sheepfold in the vicinity to ...
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... they walked home in silence to- gether , the arm which was wound within his , giving warmth for warmth . The neighbours seemed to have a miraculous want of wonder at the lady's appearance . Something was said about a mock THE CABINET . 37.
... they walked home in silence to- gether , the arm which was wound within his , giving warmth for warmth . The neighbours seemed to have a miraculous want of wonder at the lady's appearance . Something was said about a mock THE CABINET . 37.
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Page 72 - The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Page 387 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 414 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Page 382 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Page 386 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot" from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Page 386 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between.
Page 391 - And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Who now doth crazy go, Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Page 414 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Page 384 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand so brown.
Page 268 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.