Essays critical and imaginativeBlackwood, 1857 |
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... hour the peasantry of Scotland are leading , our hearts leap within us , because that such is our country , and such the nobility of her children . There is no delusion , no affectation , no exaggeration , no falsehood in the spirit of ...
... hour the peasantry of Scotland are leading , our hearts leap within us , because that such is our country , and such the nobility of her children . There is no delusion , no affectation , no exaggeration , no falsehood in the spirit of ...
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... hour of rest beneath the shadow of the hedgerow tree . With what pathetic personal power , from all the circumstances of his character and condition , do many of his humblest lines affect us ! Often , too often , as we hear him singing ...
... hour of rest beneath the shadow of the hedgerow tree . With what pathetic personal power , from all the circumstances of his character and condition , do many of his humblest lines affect us ! Often , too often , as we hear him singing ...
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... hour Shall strongly heave my breast , That I , for puir auld Scotland's sake , Some usefu ' plan or book could make , Or sing a sang at least ! The rough bur - thistle , spreading wide Amang the bearded bear , I turned the weeder ...
... hour Shall strongly heave my breast , That I , for puir auld Scotland's sake , Some usefu ' plan or book could make , Or sing a sang at least ! The rough bur - thistle , spreading wide Amang the bearded bear , I turned the weeder ...
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... hour have I stole out , after the laborious vocations of the day , to shed a tear over their glorious but unfortunate stories . In these boyish days I remember , in particular , being struck with that part of Wallace's story , where ...
... hour have I stole out , after the laborious vocations of the day , to shed a tear over their glorious but unfortunate stories . In these boyish days I remember , in particular , being struck with that part of Wallace's story , where ...
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... hour ; And there , by lucky hap , had been preserved A straggling volume , torn and incomplete , That left half - told the preternatural tale , Romance of giants , chronicle of fiends , Profuse in garniture of wooden cuts Strange and ...
... hour ; And there , by lucky hap , had been preserved A straggling volume , torn and incomplete , That left half - told the preternatural tale , Romance of giants , chronicle of fiends , Profuse in garniture of wooden cuts Strange and ...
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Page 299 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth— And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Page 297 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Page 341 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Page 336 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — ' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast.
Page 335 - The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.
Page 33 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
Page 337 - And now the Storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. "'With sloping masts and dipping prow As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Page 340 - 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 342 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Page 340 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail ! a sail...