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... leave , once for all , to disclaim Harold is the child of imagination , for the purpose I have stated . In some very trivial particulars , and those merely local , there might be grounds for such a notion ; but in the main points , I ...
... leave , once for all , to disclaim Harold is the child of imagination , for the purpose I have stated . In some very trivial particulars , and those merely local , there might be grounds for such a notion ; but in the main points , I ...
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... leave " Childe Harold ” to live his day , such as he is ; it had been more agreeable , and certainly ( 1 ) The Rovers , or the Double Arrangement .- [ By Messrs . Canning and Frere ; first published in the Anti - jacobin . — E ] - more ...
... leave " Childe Harold ” to live his day , such as he is ; it had been more agreeable , and certainly ( 1 ) The Rovers , or the Double Arrangement .- [ By Messrs . Canning and Frere ; first published in the Anti - jacobin . — E ] - more ...
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... leaves a most favourable impression of his thoughtfulness and kindliness . " I have , " he says , " sent Robert home , because the country which I am about to travel through is in a state which renders it unsafe , particularly for one ...
... leaves a most favourable impression of his thoughtfulness and kindliness . " I have , " he says , " sent Robert home , because the country which I am about to travel through is in a state which renders it unsafe , particularly for one ...
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... leave No thing that claims a tear . valiant : he requires comforts that I can dispense with , and sighs for beer , and beef , and tea , and his wife , and the devil knows what besides . We were one night lost in a thunder - storm , and ...
... leave No thing that claims a tear . valiant : he requires comforts that I can dispense with , and sighs for beer , and beef , and tea , and his wife , and the devil knows what besides . We were one night lost in a thunder - storm , and ...
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... leave the lake On whose fair banks he grew from infancy , Eftsoons his little heart beat merrily With hope of foreign nations to behold , And many things right marvellous to see , Of which our vaunting voyagers oft have told , In many a ...
... leave the lake On whose fair banks he grew from infancy , Eftsoons his little heart beat merrily With hope of foreign nations to behold , And many things right marvellous to see , Of which our vaunting voyagers oft have told , In many a ...
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Page 267 - twas a pleasing fear; For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane, — as I do here.
Page 144 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Page 249 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him! — He is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 205 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Page 142 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 77 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 144 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 143 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 174 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Page 165 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...