The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, 3±ÇAlexander Whitelaw 1833 |
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... light is hidden , though just at hand , and finally , all at once bursts upon us , illumi- nates the mind , and brings with it the full , perfect perception . Thus was it with me . I had read all the most approved books , to come at the ...
... light is hidden , though just at hand , and finally , all at once bursts upon us , illumi- nates the mind , and brings with it the full , perfect perception . Thus was it with me . I had read all the most approved books , to come at the ...
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... light oc- cupations become indispensable , and trifles assume the impor- tance , because they exercise the influence of weighty circumstances on our happiness . It is then that he who can find out an innocent mode of living , and ...
... light oc- cupations become indispensable , and trifles assume the impor- tance , because they exercise the influence of weighty circumstances on our happiness . It is then that he who can find out an innocent mode of living , and ...
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... light as a feather after my meals , and instead of dozing away an hour in a chair , was ready for exercise at a minute's warning . The old couple welcomed me to my " nice place , " and were ex- ceedingly eloquent in praise of my nice ...
... light as a feather after my meals , and instead of dozing away an hour in a chair , was ready for exercise at a minute's warning . The old couple welcomed me to my " nice place , " and were ex- ceedingly eloquent in praise of my nice ...
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... light fleeces of snow patting against the windows , and fall asleep thinking how much better off we are , than millions of our fellow- creatures . When the earth lies barren , the herbage destroyed , and the forests , stripped of their ...
... light fleeces of snow patting against the windows , and fall asleep thinking how much better off we are , than millions of our fellow- creatures . When the earth lies barren , the herbage destroyed , and the forests , stripped of their ...
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... light , Waste the weary hours in sighing All the long night . Yet , at times , will Fancy weave A bright spell of visions flown , Till I half forget to grieve , For my heart will scarce believe That they all are gone ! Memory , soon ...
... light , Waste the weary hours in sighing All the long night . Yet , at times , will Fancy weave A bright spell of visions flown , Till I half forget to grieve , For my heart will scarce believe That they all are gone ! Memory , soon ...
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335 ÆäÀÌÁö - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
335 ÆäÀÌÁö - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
332 ÆäÀÌÁö - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from the dream of life ; Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
334 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
331 ÆäÀÌÁö - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
328 ÆäÀÌÁö - The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
333 ÆäÀÌÁö - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
334 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
140 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
388 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. " The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.