The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays critical and imaginativeW. Blackwood, 1856 |
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... fear in the pitchy blackness , the Osprey suddenly shows to the sunshine the whole breadth of her wings - hark ! they for a moment rustle , but they flap not - and then right in the wind's eye she goes , disdainful of the tempest that ...
... fear in the pitchy blackness , the Osprey suddenly shows to the sunshine the whole breadth of her wings - hark ! they for a moment rustle , but they flap not - and then right in the wind's eye she goes , disdainful of the tempest that ...
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... fear , ' Dread Arbitress of mutable respect , New rites ordaining when the old are wreck'd , Or cease to please the fickle worshipper ; If one strong wish may be embosom'd here , Mother of Love ! for this deep vale , protect Truth's ...
... fear , ' Dread Arbitress of mutable respect , New rites ordaining when the old are wreck'd , Or cease to please the fickle worshipper ; If one strong wish may be embosom'd here , Mother of Love ! for this deep vale , protect Truth's ...
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... fear is indeed the soul of the Sublime . The third is - WASTDALE - HEAD . Were we far away , we could describe it in the delight of memory ; but we have plunged down into its profoundest peace ; the hushed mountains are this moment ...
... fear is indeed the soul of the Sublime . The third is - WASTDALE - HEAD . Were we far away , we could describe it in the delight of memory ; but we have plunged down into its profoundest peace ; the hushed mountains are this moment ...
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... fear a dry farewell . But the sinking sun seemed to stop suddenly in the sky , and to shoot forth from his whole circle beams like gold bars , the spaces between glittering with diamonds and jewels of a million hues . Jonathan all at ...
... fear a dry farewell . But the sinking sun seemed to stop suddenly in the sky , and to shoot forth from his whole circle beams like gold bars , the spaces between glittering with diamonds and jewels of a million hues . Jonathan all at ...
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... fear , feel little , and know no distinction between it and week- days - for all they have to do , at any time , is to chew the cud , and to be milked , a mild but a monotonous mode of life . No fishing - rod is suffered to be seen ...
... fear , feel little , and know no distinction between it and week- days - for all they have to do , at any time , is to chew the cud , and to be milked , a mild but a monotonous mode of life . No fishing - rod is suffered to be seen ...
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Seite 222 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Seite 202 - To him who, in the love of Nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language : for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Seite 203 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Seite 203 - His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Seite 130 - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Seite 200 - ... of these trees In music ; — thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship; — nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Wells softly forth and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest,...
Seite 138 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Seite 201 - E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
Seite 219 - That lifts his tossing mane. A moment in the British camp — A moment — and away Back to the pathless forest, Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs; Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven the Briton Forever from our...
Seite 200 - Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees.