On the Beauties, Harmonies, and Sublimities of Nature: With Occasional Remarks on the Laws, Customs, Manners, and Opinions of Various Nations, Volume 3G. and W.B. Whittaker, 1823 - Nature |
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... passions , resemble the Tenebrio beetle ; which is of such a solitary nature , that two of them are seldom or never seen together . They have a scent so nauseous , that it is probable they cannot bear each other's stench . How many men ...
... passions , resemble the Tenebrio beetle ; which is of such a solitary nature , that two of them are seldom or never seen together . They have a scent so nauseous , that it is probable they cannot bear each other's stench . How many men ...
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... Passions , ling'ring on their way , Hung o'er the soft seraphic lay ; While Rapture rais'd her hands on high , And roll'd her eyes in ecstacy . V. Neele . Deserts , from their expansion , sterility , privations , and unbroken silence ...
... Passions , ling'ring on their way , Hung o'er the soft seraphic lay ; While Rapture rais'd her hands on high , And roll'd her eyes in ecstacy . V. Neele . Deserts , from their expansion , sterility , privations , and unbroken silence ...
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... passion . They never went to war ; and never travelled out of their own country . 1 Lucan . Phars . lib . iv . 3 Lib . v . c . 8 . 2 Phars . iv . v . 334 . 4 Lib . i . v . 142. , ii . v . 181 . VI . The inhabitants of the Arabian ...
... passion . They never went to war ; and never travelled out of their own country . 1 Lucan . Phars . lib . iv . 3 Lib . v . c . 8 . 2 Phars . iv . v . 334 . 4 Lib . i . v . 142. , ii . v . 181 . VI . The inhabitants of the Arabian ...
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... passions . And where his . passions operate and preponderate , adieu to peace ! In deserts , man is a mere sojourner for a day . The man of wealth is seldom seen there ; and the man of poverty hurries through it , as if he feared to ...
... passions . And where his . passions operate and preponderate , adieu to peace ! In deserts , man is a mere sojourner for a day . The man of wealth is seldom seen there ; and the man of poverty hurries through it , as if he feared to ...
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... passion , envy , love , or pride ? Edda ; Cottle . Accustomed to admire the stupendous powers of Nature , in all we see , in all we hear , in all we feel , man , among deserts , appears to have no more power to build , in other climes ...
... passion , envy , love , or pride ? Edda ; Cottle . Accustomed to admire the stupendous powers of Nature , in all we see , in all we hear , in all we feel , man , among deserts , appears to have no more power to build , in other climes ...
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Page 259 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Page 260 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 208 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Page 261 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of...
Page 314 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 215 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...
Page 254 - O Solitude, romantic maid ! Whether by nodding towers you tread ; Or haunt the desert's trackless gloom, Or hover o'er the yawning tomb ; Or climb the Andes' clifted side, Or by the Nile's coy source abide : Or, starting from your half-year's sleep, From Hecla view the thawing deep : Or, at the purple dawn of day, Tadmor's marble wastes survey." observing,
Page 252 - I praise the Frenchman*, his remark was shrewd—. How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet.
Page 76 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Page 321 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even...