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Another spark begets another sphere, (And he will tell you how it fix'd, and where
!) 560 Till sparks succeeding sparks like wildfire gleam, Anon a planetary host to
beam — Busby, dost ever, to translate thy Sage, Turn to our Litchfield Deist's ...
Another spark begets another sphere, (And he will tell you how it fix'd, and where
!) 560 Till sparks succeeding sparks like wildfire gleam, Anon a planetary host to
beam — Busby, dost ever, to translate thy Sage, Turn to our Litchfield Deist's ...
Page 75
To spout the efforts of a Father's lyre, 575 And kindred Dulness with the sound
inspire; Then bribes some Paper of the coming day To praise the Poet, and his
flowing Lay, Tell with what easy grace the wond'rous child Raved thro' the
Roman's ...
To spout the efforts of a Father's lyre, 575 And kindred Dulness with the sound
inspire; Then bribes some Paper of the coming day To praise the Poet, and his
flowing Lay, Tell with what easy grace the wond'rous child Raved thro' the
Roman's ...
Page 89
Coleridge* should mount some rock's o'erjutting height, And tell his tale in
accents of delight; 730 NOTES, * Mr. Coleridge is well known as having
produced, at divers times, a dainty volume of Poetics, and a Play, which will be
honorably ...
Coleridge* should mount some rock's o'erjutting height, And tell his tale in
accents of delight; 730 NOTES, * Mr. Coleridge is well known as having
produced, at divers times, a dainty volume of Poetics, and a Play, which will be
honorably ...
Page 105
Nay, nay, but tell me! [A pause, then presses her forehead.] - —O'tis lost again
This dull confused pain [A pause, she gazes at Alva R.] Mysterious man!
Methinks I can not fear thee: for thine eye Doth swim with love and pity—Well!
Ordonio— ...
Nay, nay, but tell me! [A pause, then presses her forehead.] - —O'tis lost again
This dull confused pain [A pause, she gazes at Alva R.] Mysterious man!
Methinks I can not fear thee: for thine eye Doth swim with love and pity—Well!
Ordonio— ...
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O let this portrait Tell all—that Alvar lives—that he is here! Thy much deceived but
ever faithful Alvar. Remorse, act v. scene 1. St. Valori. [In the disguise of a
Carmelite, and labouring under the impression of MATILDA's infidelity.] Deep
was the ...
O let this portrait Tell all—that Alvar lives—that he is here! Thy much deceived but
ever faithful Alvar. Remorse, act v. scene 1. St. Valori. [In the disguise of a
Carmelite, and labouring under the impression of MATILDA's infidelity.] Deep
was the ...
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Page 91 - From the lofty elder-tree ! Through the calm and frosty air Of this morning bright and fair, Eddying round and round they sink Softly, slowly : one might think, From the motions that are made Every little leaf conveyed Sylph or...
Page 91 - Oh ! pleasant, pleasant were the days, The time, when, in our childish plays, My sister Emmeline and I Together chased the butterfly ! A very hunter did I rush Upon the prey : — with leaps and springs I followed on from brake to bush ; But she, God love her ! feared to brush The dust from off its wings.
Page 103 - From the pale willow snatch'd the treasure, And swept it with a kindred measure, Till Avon's swans, while rung the grove With Montfort's hate and Basil's love, Awakening at the inspired strain, Deem'd their own Shakspeare lived again.
Page 57 - WHAT is truth ?" said jesting Pilate, and would not stay for an answer. Certainly there be that delight in giddiness, and count it a bondage to fix a belief, affecting free-will in thinking as well as in acting. And though the sects of philosophers of that kind be gone, yet there remain certain discoursing wits which are of the same veins, though there be not so much blood in them as was in those of the ancients.
Page 16 - The falcon, from her cairn on high, Cast on the rout a wondering eye, Till far beyond her piercing ken The hurricane had swept the glen.
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Page 91 - ORIEVED for Buonaparte, with a vain And an unthinking grief ! The tenderest mood Of that Man's mind — what can it be ? what food Fed his first hopes? what knowledge could he gain? 'Tis not in battles that from youth we train The Governor who must be wise and good, And temper with the sternness of the brain Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanhood.