On the Beauties, Harmonies, and Sublimities of Nature: With Notes, Commentaries, and Illustrations |
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... colours and their forins , have been to me An appetite . - WORDSWORTH . BY CHARLES BUCKE , AUTHOR OF " RUINS OF ANCIENT CITIES , " & c . , & c . SELECTED AND REVISED BY THE REV . WILLIAM P. PAGE . NEW - YORK : HARPER AND BROTHERS ...
... colours and their forins , have been to me An appetite . - WORDSWORTH . BY CHARLES BUCKE , AUTHOR OF " RUINS OF ANCIENT CITIES , " & c . , & c . SELECTED AND REVISED BY THE REV . WILLIAM P. PAGE . NEW - YORK : HARPER AND BROTHERS ...
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... Colours 96 The Seasons • Beautiful Sounds - Sublime Sounds · 101 . 108 Echoes • Music of the Spheres . 112 Language of Birds . 116 Flowers . 117 • Vegetable Migration Corallina Bees Ants · Influence of Climate . 143 . 153 156 . 121 ...
... Colours 96 The Seasons • Beautiful Sounds - Sublime Sounds · 101 . 108 Echoes • Music of the Spheres . 112 Language of Birds . 116 Flowers . 117 • Vegetable Migration Corallina Bees Ants · Influence of Climate . 143 . 153 156 . 121 ...
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... coloured hair ; all beating their breasts , and weeping in the silence of their grottoes . Many are the paragraphs in the sacred writings descriptive of the ocean . In the Apocalypse , how sublime the passage where a mighty angel is ...
... coloured hair ; all beating their breasts , and weeping in the silence of their grottoes . Many are the paragraphs in the sacred writings descriptive of the ocean . In the Apocalypse , how sublime the passage where a mighty angel is ...
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... coloured fans , while delicious per- fumes pervade the vessel . Antony sups with the queen ; she wins his heart , and he loses the empire of the world ! Does the classical stranger stand on the banks of the Issus ? He is reminded of ...
... coloured fans , while delicious per- fumes pervade the vessel . Antony sups with the queen ; she wins his heart , and he loses the empire of the world ! Does the classical stranger stand on the banks of the Issus ? He is reminded of ...
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... colour and of an exceedingly pleasant taste , the inhabitants of the neighbourhood believed that Bacchus had been wash- ed in it immediately after his birth . It had some- thing of the flavour of wine . Many of these have doubtless a ...
... colour and of an exceedingly pleasant taste , the inhabitants of the neighbourhood believed that Bacchus had been wash- ed in it immediately after his birth . It had some- thing of the flavour of wine . Many of these have doubtless a ...
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Page 104 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads — to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere, Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King ! Ah, wherefore?
Page 279 - And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground. And when he rose up from prayer, and was come to his disciples, he found them sleeping for sorrow, And said unto them, Why sleep ye ? rise and pray, lest ye enter into temptation.
Page 39 - After laying down my pen. I took several turns in a berceau or covered walk of acacias which commands a prospect of the country, the lake and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene: the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all Nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame.
Page 123 - I never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry.
Page 64 - Thou preparedst room before it, And didst cause it to take deep root, And it filled the land. The hills were covered with the shadow of it, And the boughs thereof were like the goodly cedars. She sent out her boughs unto the sea, And her branches unto the river.
Page 220 - The secrets of the hoary deep; a dark Illimitable ocean, without bound, Without dimension, where length, breadth, and height, And time, and place, are lost...
Page 237 - Time may come, when men With angels may participate, and find No inconvenient diet, nor too light fare ; And from these corporal nutriments, perhaps, Your bodies may at last turn all to spirit...
Page 38 - I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Page 45 - Jesus, Master, it is good for us to be here : and let us make three tabernacles ; one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias: not knowing what he said.
Page 300 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age, wretched in both. If it be you that stirs these daughters...