 ... mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who...  The Critical Review: Or, Annals of Literature - Page 615edited by - 1817Full view - About this book
 | George Moir Bussey - France - 1840 - 698 pages
...the disturbed eagle was faint, and man breathed with difficulty the thin " Air of the iced mountain top, Where the birds dare not build, nor insect's wing Flit o'er the herbless granite." The passage of the artillery was the most arduous task ; in anticipation of which two half-companies... | |
 | British birds - 1840 - 326 pages
...providentially, the ball pierced the head or heart of the eagle, and immediately this hunter, " Whose joy was in the wilderness• to breathe The difficult air of the iced mountain's top," found a far higher delight fill his bosom in snatching the child from the eagle's nest, and bearing... | |
 | Saturday magazine - 1840 - 1078 pages
...which he was jealous. On the morning in which the accident happened, an Alpine hunter— Who»e joy wu in the wilderness— to breathe The difficult air of the iced mountain's top, had been watching near an eagle's nest, under the hope of shooting the bird, upon her return to the... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 pages
...breathing flesh, Nor 'midst the creatures of clay that gird«! m T Was there but one who but of her anon.' Mv ¡ov was jn the wilderness, to breathe . The dÏÏncuÏÏair of the ¡ccoTmountam's top. Where the... | |
 | H. M. Melford - English language - 1841 - 466 pages
...When thou shalt find the little hill, With thy heart commune, and be still. (ff^. Scott's Marmion.) I said, with men , and with the thoughts of men, I held but slight communion. (Byron's Manfred.) As one who, destined from his friends to part, Regrets his less, but hopes again... | |
 | William Plumer - American poetry - 1841 - 158 pages
...Tornade, and torrent, thundering at thy side, Change thy stern brow, severe in lordly pride. HI. My joy is in the wilderness to breathe The difficult air of the iced mountain's top. BYRON. What are thy thoughts, proud mount! as with a frown, Darkening with dread the distant vales... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 pages
...breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon. dness — so it fling Forgetfulness around me —...woe. In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of hcrblcss granite; or to plunge Into the torrent, and to roll along On the swift whirl of the new breaking... | |
 | John Galt - 1842 - 350 pages
...passions, and my power% Made me a stranger. Though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh. My joy was in the wilderness — to breathe The difficult...top, Where the birds dare not build, nor insect's ;winj Flit o'er the herbless granite ; or to plunge Into the torrent, and to roll along On the swift... | |
 | T B. M - 1844 - 274 pages
...acquainted with the dreadful fact. But on the morning on which it had happened, an Alpine hunter, " Whose joy was in the wilderness, to breathe The difficult air of the iced mountain's top," had been watching near an Eagle's nest, with the hope of shooting the bird on her return to her young.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 848 pages
...girded me Нас ihere but one who but of her anon. I said, with men, and with the thoughts of mer, nation — Because they know the wor'd, and arc at...natural, паМгаГг please. XXXIX. T il trae, your Mil o'er the herbless granite ; or to plunge Into the torrent, and to roll along On the swift whirl... | |
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