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... light of the one proceeds from an internal source , en- sanguined , sullen , fixed ; the other reflects the hues of Heaven , or the face of nature , glancing vivid and various . The produc- tions of the Northern Bard have the rust and ...
... light of the one proceeds from an internal source , en- sanguined , sullen , fixed ; the other reflects the hues of Heaven , or the face of nature , glancing vivid and various . The produc- tions of the Northern Bard have the rust and ...
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... light of Heaven is only a means of setting off the gorgeousness of art : in reading the other , you look through a noble window at the clear and varied landscape without . Or to sum up : the distinction in one word , Sir Walter Scott is ...
... light of Heaven is only a means of setting off the gorgeousness of art : in reading the other , you look through a noble window at the clear and varied landscape without . Or to sum up : the distinction in one word , Sir Walter Scott is ...
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... light , agreeable , effeminate , diffuse . Sir Walter's Muse is a Modern An- tique . The smooth , glossy texture of his verse contrasts happily with the quaint , un- couth , rugged materials of which it is com- posed ; and takes away ...
... light , agreeable , effeminate , diffuse . Sir Walter's Muse is a Modern An- tique . The smooth , glossy texture of his verse contrasts happily with the quaint , un- couth , rugged materials of which it is com- posed ; and takes away ...
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... light of Fancy , from his ambrosial wings , over all nature ? What is there of the might of Milton , whose head is ... lights up the universe in a robe of its own radiance ? Sir Walter has no voluntary power of combination : all his ...
... light of Fancy , from his ambrosial wings , over all nature ? What is there of the might of Milton , whose head is ... lights up the universe in a robe of its own radiance ? Sir Walter has no voluntary power of combination : all his ...
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... light of heaven , and drank of the spirit of the uni- verse , and wandered at eve by fairy - stream or fountain , 66 When he saw nought but beauty , When he heard the voice of that Almighty One In every breeze that blew , or wave that ...
... light of heaven , and drank of the spirit of the uni- verse , and wandered at eve by fairy - stream or fountain , 66 When he saw nought but beauty , When he heard the voice of that Almighty One In every breeze that blew , or wave that ...
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146 ÆäÀÌÁö - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
137 ÆäÀÌÁö - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
57 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast...
106 ÆäÀÌÁö - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
108 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - Out went the taper as she hurried in ; Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died: She closed the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide : No uttered syllable, or, woe betide...
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
119 ÆäÀÌÁö - I WISH I was where Anna lies, For I am sick of lingering here ; And every hour, affection cries, Go and partake her humble bier. I wish I could ! for when she died, I lost my all ; and life has proved, Since that sad hour, a dreary void, A waste unlovely, and unloved.