The Pilgrims of the Thames: In Search of the National

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W. Strange, 1838 - 375 páginas

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Página 275 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity : Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind...
Página 62 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?
Página 296 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Página 130 - Tis thou, thrice sweet and gracious goddess, addressing myself to LIBERTY, whom all in public or in private worship, whose taste is grateful, and ever will be so, till NATURE herself shall change no tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle or...
Página 329 - The poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The form of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Página 195 - twere the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape, and the wave Of woods and cornfields, and the abodes of men Scattered at intervals, and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs...
Página 249 - THY forests, Windsor ! and thy green retreats, At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats, Invite my lays.
Página 113 - and if there were I'm grown so deaf I could not hear." " Nay, then," the spectre stern rejoined, These are unjustifiable yearnings: If you are lame, and deaf, and blind, You've had your three sufficient warnings. So come along — no more we'll part.
Página 296 - Oh ! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame ? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Página 345 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.

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