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... hearts , and felt their pulses tingling with mystery and melody . They did not ask themselves too closely what the rhapsody was all about , nor quibble at the poorness of the ideas and the limited range of the images . What Gessner gave ...
... hearts , and felt their pulses tingling with mystery and melody . They did not ask themselves too closely what the rhapsody was all about , nor quibble at the poorness of the ideas and the limited range of the images . What Gessner gave ...
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... heart - shaking music , who can say What are its tidings ? have our troops awak'd ? Or do they still , as if with opium drugg'd , Snore to the murmurs of the Atlantic wave ? Is India free ? and does she wear her plumed And jewell'd ...
... heart - shaking music , who can say What are its tidings ? have our troops awak'd ? Or do they still , as if with opium drugg'd , Snore to the murmurs of the Atlantic wave ? Is India free ? and does she wear her plumed And jewell'd ...
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... heart - felt sang " - we start to discover that here is something quite novel , a mode of writing unparalleled in its easy buoyant emotion since the days of Elizabeth . Robert Burns ( 1759-1796 ) , the son of William Burnes or Burness ...
... heart - felt sang " - we start to discover that here is something quite novel , a mode of writing unparalleled in its easy buoyant emotion since the days of Elizabeth . Robert Burns ( 1759-1796 ) , the son of William Burnes or Burness ...
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... heart of Burns , and found vent in some of the most exquisite poetry he ever composed . In July 1786 his Poems chiefly in the Scottish Dialect was published at Kilmarnock ; its success was instant , " old and young , high and low ...
... heart of Burns , and found vent in some of the most exquisite poetry he ever composed . In July 1786 his Poems chiefly in the Scottish Dialect was published at Kilmarnock ; its success was instant , " old and young , high and low ...
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... heart . And if imspir'd , ' tis Nature's pow'rs infpire ; Her's all the melting thrill , and her's the kindling fire ANONYMOUS . ་་་ ་་་ ་་་ ་་་ ་་་ KILMARNOCK : PRINTED BY JOHN WILSON . M , DCC , LXXXVI . Title - page of First , or ...
... heart . And if imspir'd , ' tis Nature's pow'rs infpire ; Her's all the melting thrill , and her's the kindling fire ANONYMOUS . ་་་ ་་་ ་་་ ་་་ ་་་ KILMARNOCK : PRINTED BY JOHN WILSON . M , DCC , LXXXVI . Title - page of First , or ...
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Página 205 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 118 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Página 190 - Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand— Come, long-sought!
Página 113 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Página 140 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Página 30 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Página 221 - How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of Jamblichus, or Plotinus (for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts), or reciting Homer in his Greek, or Pindar— —while the walls of the old Grey Friars re-echoed to the accents of the inspired charity-boy!...
Página 118 - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Página 111 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 111 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.