The Philomathesian, Svazek 1Middlebury College, 1834 - Počet stran: 380 |
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Strana 6
... o'er the proud - swelling deep ; - Hark ! from yon isle - the Barbarian's dirge ! — Anon ' tis the whirlwind - o'er deserts to sweep . Look onward again - the wild winds have gone down , And the bones of the Bird now lie bleaching the ...
... o'er the proud - swelling deep ; - Hark ! from yon isle - the Barbarian's dirge ! — Anon ' tis the whirlwind - o'er deserts to sweep . Look onward again - the wild winds have gone down , And the bones of the Bird now lie bleaching the ...
Strana 7
... o'er thy plains the philosopher roves.- The wild Cossack is here , and dark fiends tread the plain , And pollution ... o'er thee waves the fair banner of Peace . A phantom thy banner -- a wild vision thy hope ! Disunion has marked thee ...
... o'er thy plains the philosopher roves.- The wild Cossack is here , and dark fiends tread the plain , And pollution ... o'er thee waves the fair banner of Peace . A phantom thy banner -- a wild vision thy hope ! Disunion has marked thee ...
Strana 20
... O'er which I must not pass ? * Shall this small stream Now check my march which legious could not stay ? But thou art low , O Rubicon thy waves Are voiceless , and thy waters feebly ffow ! Well might'st thou foam and roar aloud in pride ...
... O'er which I must not pass ? * Shall this small stream Now check my march which legious could not stay ? But thou art low , O Rubicon thy waves Are voiceless , and thy waters feebly ffow ! Well might'st thou foam and roar aloud in pride ...
Strana 34
... o'er all its being thrown . II . Woe to the traitor step - the trembling nerve O'er that dark deep ! for here the eagle's wing , The rock - goat's fearless tread alone may serve ; Weak man ! the brute doth mock thee here ; doth fling ...
... o'er all its being thrown . II . Woe to the traitor step - the trembling nerve O'er that dark deep ! for here the eagle's wing , The rock - goat's fearless tread alone may serve ; Weak man ! the brute doth mock thee here ; doth fling ...
Strana 35
... O'er time entombed its mossed , sepulchral gleam-- Brief death - light of a world ! while fitful stream Quick floods of wrath around in living flow , Wrapt with red beltings o'er the broken dream Of minded matter - historied in woe ...
... O'er time entombed its mossed , sepulchral gleam-- Brief death - light of a world ! while fitful stream Quick floods of wrath around in living flow , Wrapt with red beltings o'er the broken dream Of minded matter - historied in woe ...
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Strana 113 - For, wit lying most in the assemblage of ideas, and putting those together with quickness and variety wherein can be found any resemblance or congruity, thereby to make up pleasant pictures and agreeable visions in the fancy...
Strana 365 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Strana 25 - If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent ; if thou art a husband, and hast ever caused the fond bosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms, to doubt one moment of thy kindness or thy truth...
Strana 25 - ... if thou art a lover and hast ever given one unmerited pang to that true heart which now lies cold and still beneath thy feet — then be sure that every unkind look, every ungracious word, every ungentle action, will come thronging back upon thy memory, and knocking dolefully at thy soul...
Strana 275 - A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain. And drinking largely sobers us again.
Strana 73 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Strana 321 - And censure freely who have written well. Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true, But are not critics to their judgment too?
Strana 368 - Here rest the great and good — here they repose After their generous toil. A sacred band, They take their sleep together, while the year Comes with its early flowers to deck their graves, And gathers them again, as winter frowns. Theirs is no vulgar sepulchre ; green sods Are all their monument ; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids. They need No statue nor inscription to reveal Their greatness.
Strana 24 - But the grave of those we loved — what a place for meditation ! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand endearments lavished upon us almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy ; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness of the parting scene.
Strana 369 - Still let them strive— when he collects his might, He will assert his right. The spirit cannot always sleep in dust, Whose essence is ethereal ; they may try To darken and degrade it ; it may rust Dimly awhile, but cannot wholly die ; And, when it wakens, it will send its fire Intenser forth and higher.