Dies Boreales: Or Christopher Under CanvassA. Hart, 1850 - Počet stran: 363 Seven papers which appeared in Blackwood's Magazine, June to September, 1849, November, 1849 and April to May, 1850. |
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Strana 78
... of itself have proved sufficient . Therefore glory to the Italian Ditches and glory to the Dum- friesshire Drains , which I have seen , in an 78 CHRISTOPHER UNDER CANVASS . "Et pluviâ ingenti sata læta boumque labores ...
... of itself have proved sufficient . Therefore glory to the Italian Ditches and glory to the Dum- friesshire Drains , which I have seen , in an 78 CHRISTOPHER UNDER CANVASS . "Et pluviâ ingenti sata læta boumque labores ...
Strana 132
... Italy — he is inventorying her wealth . Mr. Alison would have every word away from reality . Not so the Poet . Every now and then , they — the Poets- amuse themselves with dipping their pencils into the real , the common , the everyday ...
... Italy — he is inventorying her wealth . Mr. Alison would have every word away from reality . Not so the Poet . Every now and then , they — the Poets- amuse themselves with dipping their pencils into the real , the common , the everyday ...
Strana 133
... Italy , " and then one line which he calls prosaic , and would have us to hold up our hands in wonder at the lame ... Italy - have twofold root - TREES and the glory of LANDS . Virgil kindles on the double suggestion -the trees of Italy ...
... Italy , " and then one line which he calls prosaic , and would have us to hold up our hands in wonder at the lame ... Italy - have twofold root - TREES and the glory of LANDS . Virgil kindles on the double suggestion -the trees of Italy ...
Strana 134
... Italy- " gravidæ fruges ” —the heavy - cared corn — or rather big - teeming — the juice of Bacchus - the Olives , and the " broad herds of Cattle . ” Note - ye Virgilians - the Corn of Book First - the Oil and Wine of Book Second - and ...
... Italy- " gravidæ fruges ” —the heavy - cared corn — or rather big - teeming — the juice of Bacchus - the Olives , and the " broad herds of Cattle . ” Note - ye Virgilians - the Corn of Book First - the Oil and Wine of Book Second - and ...
Strana 135
... Italy , sing I my Ascræan or Hesiodic song . The Works and Days - the Greek Georgics are his avowed prototype - rude prototype to magnificence - like the Arab of the Desert transplanted to rear his empire of daz- zling and picturesque ...
... Italy , sing I my Ascræan or Hesiodic song . The Works and Days - the Greek Georgics are his avowed prototype - rude prototype to magnificence - like the Arab of the Desert transplanted to rear his empire of daz- zling and picturesque ...
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Strana 237 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Strana 253 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Strana 323 - I do perceive here a divided duty: To you I am bound for life, and education; My life, and education, both do learn me How to respect you ; you are the lord of duty, I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my husband; And so much duty as my mother show'd To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor, my lord.
Strana 240 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
Strana 221 - Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you. Witches vanish BANQUO The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them.
Strana 173 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Strana 120 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Strana 222 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is, But what is not '*. Ban,...
Strana 174 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald : — how profound The gulf ! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Strana 232 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. He that's coming Must be provided for : and you shall put This night's great business into my despatch : Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.