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... existence , awaiting the dawn , the glow , and the warmth of Liberty , which must as inevitably return to her as the Star to its wonted course , or as the Sun to the sum- mer's morning . I have dwelt only on those objects which are immu ...
... existence , awaiting the dawn , the glow , and the warmth of Liberty , which must as inevitably return to her as the Star to its wonted course , or as the Sun to the sum- mer's morning . I have dwelt only on those objects which are immu ...
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... existence o'er All opposition , until thou didst win Fame's deathless wreath , and Time could give no more ; Then did thy weariness of life begin ; Till thou didst strike Death's gate , praying to let thee in . LI . This is the moral of ...
... existence o'er All opposition , until thou didst win Fame's deathless wreath , and Time could give no more ; Then did thy weariness of life begin ; Till thou didst strike Death's gate , praying to let thee in . LI . This is the moral of ...
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... Existence , while we creep along thy nourished earth . LXII . Yet though invisible , we own thy power ; While we bless thee in our unconsciousness ; Art thou not with us from our natal hour ? Breath'st thou not on us in love's first ...
... Existence , while we creep along thy nourished earth . LXII . Yet though invisible , we own thy power ; While we bless thee in our unconsciousness ; Art thou not with us from our natal hour ? Breath'st thou not on us in love's first ...
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... existence is delight : Self has not numbed the heart with its cold bond ; Nor Time too rudely marked his parting flight , Stealing on flowers ! stern Circumstance's wand Has not yet broken hopes which looked not life be- yond . LXX ...
... existence is delight : Self has not numbed the heart with its cold bond ; Nor Time too rudely marked his parting flight , Stealing on flowers ! stern Circumstance's wand Has not yet broken hopes which looked not life be- yond . LXX ...
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... existence had become a part Of his own country : eager to defend , And proud , even while she blamed him ! for the end Of his quick life in haloing glory set : How did the patriot's prayers his name attend ! How his high song , e'en ...
... existence had become a part Of his own country : eager to defend , And proud , even while she blamed him ! for the end Of his quick life in haloing glory set : How did the patriot's prayers his name attend ! How his high song , e'en ...
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Æneid ages Altar arch of Titus awful azure beautiful Behold beneath blessed bosom breast breath brow Cæsar Caligula CANTO Carthage Cicero Clouds confessed crowned Cuma dared dark death divine dost doth dream dust dwells earth eloquent eternal fame feel felt Florence flowers gaze glory grey hath heart heaven hills hope hour hues human immortal impression inspired Italy life's light Liternum living look Lord Byron majesty marble memory Messalina Michael Angelo mighty mind moral mountains Naples Nature Nature's o'er once Paradise passion Phædo Plato Poet Pompeii pride Ravenna rays repose rise rolled Roman Rome round ruins scene shadows shore shrine sigh silence solitude Sorrento soul spirit spot stamped stand stood sublime Suetonius Tacitus Temple thee thine thou thought throne Tiberius tomb truth Vallombrosa Venetian Venice Virgil Vision Voice wert wild wreck
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Page 475 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, the fair humanities of old religion, the power, the beauty, and the majesty that had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished : they live no longer in the faith of reason...
Page 463 - So Moses, the servant of the Lord, died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the Lord. And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Bethpeor ; but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.
Page 495 - Nothing then was to be heard but the shrieks of women, the screams of children, and the cries of men ; some calling for their children, others for their parents, others for their husbands, and only distinguishing each other by their voices ; one lamenting his own fate...
Page 376 - Millions of spirits for his fault amerced Of heaven, and from eternal splendours flung For his revolt; yet faithful how they stood, Their glory withered : as when heaven's fire Hath scathed the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top their stately growth though bare Stands on the blasted heath.
Page 378 - The earth is a point not only in respect of the heavens above us, but of that heavenly and celestial part within us. That mass of flesh that circumscribes me, limits not my mind. That surface that tells the heavens it hath an end, cannot persuade me I have any.
Page 387 - Thou shalt go upon the lion and the adder ; the young lion and the dragon shalt thou tread under thy feet.
Page 378 - For the world, I count it not an inn, but an hospital ; and a place not to live, but to die in. The world that I regard is myself; it is the microcosm of my own frame that I cast mine eye on; for the other, I use it but like my globe, and turn it round sometimes for my recreation.
Page 495 - ... but the shrieks of women, the screams of children, and the cries of men ; some calling for their children, others for their parents, others for their husbands, and only distinguishing each other by their voices ; one lamenting his own fate, another that of his family ; some wishing to die from the very fear of dying ; some lifting their hands to the gods ; but, the greater part imagining that the last and eternal night was come, which was to destroy the gods and the world together.
Page 378 - ... whilst I study to find how I am a microcosm or little world, I find myself something more than the great. There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something that was before the elements and owes no homage unto the sun.
Page 432 - At last a soft and solemn-breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes, And stole upon the air...