Literary Hours: Or, Sketches Critical and Narrative, Svazek 1J. Burkitt, 1800 |
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Strana iii
... dark as not to have its pleasure . " + To the composition of the following papers , whatever may be their fate as to literary merit , the author , conscious that they contain no sentiment inimical to virtue or to religion , can , with ...
... dark as not to have its pleasure . " + To the composition of the following papers , whatever may be their fate as to literary merit , the author , conscious that they contain no sentiment inimical to virtue or to religion , can , with ...
Strana viii
... Dark Ages of Christian Europe as contrasted with the Caliphats of Bagdad and Cordova 15. The same concluded 16. On Pastoral Poetry . Edwin and Orlando , a Pastoral • 17. On Objects of Terror . Montmorenci , a Fragment 195 209 · • 235 ...
... Dark Ages of Christian Europe as contrasted with the Caliphats of Bagdad and Cordova 15. The same concluded 16. On Pastoral Poetry . Edwin and Orlando , a Pastoral • 17. On Objects of Terror . Montmorenci , a Fragment 195 209 · • 235 ...
Strana 14
... god , And urg'd my fortune on- * Lines addressed to Mr. Creech . but , after struggling through the first book , he 14 NO . I. LITERARY On the Dark Ages of Christian Europe contrasted with the Caliphats of Bagdad and Cordova.
... god , And urg'd my fortune on- * Lines addressed to Mr. Creech . but , after struggling through the first book , he 14 NO . I. LITERARY On the Dark Ages of Christian Europe contrasted with the Caliphats of Bagdad and Cordova.
Strana 64
... Dark Power ! with shudd'ring meek submitted thought Be mine to read the visions old Which thy awakening bards have told : And , lest thou meet my blasted view , Hold each strange tale devoutly true . • was prompted by what he actually ...
... Dark Power ! with shudd'ring meek submitted thought Be mine to read the visions old Which thy awakening bards have told : And , lest thou meet my blasted view , Hold each strange tale devoutly true . • was prompted by what he actually ...
Strana 89
... sup- porting with a staff ; a blue mantle was wrapped around him , and his hair and beard , white as snow , and waving to the breeze of the hill , N received from beneath a dark cloud , the last deep NO . V. 89 HOURS .
... sup- porting with a staff ; a blue mantle was wrapped around him , and his hair and beard , white as snow , and waving to the breeze of the hill , N received from beneath a dark cloud , the last deep NO . V. 89 HOURS .
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Strana 195 - Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Strana 375 - Daughters; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his Seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Strana 409 - With lust and violence the house of God? In courts and palaces he also reigns, And in luxurious cities, where the noise Of riot ascends above their loftiest towers, And injury, and outrage: And when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Strana 411 - A pillar of state : deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care : And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin...
Strana 66 - With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Strana 331 - Now gliding remote, on the verge of the sky, The moon half extinguished her crescent displays ; But lately I marked, when majestic on high She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze. Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue The path that conducts thee to splendor again : But man's faded glory what change shall renew? Ah, fool...
Strana 338 - As I left this place, and entered into the next field, a second pleasure entertained me : 'twas a handsome milkmaid, that had not yet attained so much age and wisdom as to load her mind with any fears of many things that will never be...
Strana 412 - On the other side up-rose Belial, in act more graceful and humane : A fairer person lost not Heaven ; he seem'd For dignity compos'd, and high exploit : But all was false and hollow ; though his tongue Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels : for his thoughts were low...
Strana 331 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore...
Strana 30 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.