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... . I was always an enthusiast ; but of this I deem it inexpedient to say much at present . I will merely remark , that I possessed by nature a wild and adventurous spirit , which has led me on , blindly A 2 PAUL ULRIC; ...
... . I was always an enthusiast ; but of this I deem it inexpedient to say much at present . I will merely remark , that I possessed by nature a wild and adventurous spirit , which has led me on , blindly A 2 PAUL ULRIC; ...
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Or, The Adventures of an Enthusiast Morris Mattson. adventurous spirit , which has led me on , blindly and hurriedly ... spirits leap up and soar away as upon the wings of an angel . But I am growing metaphysical , which I did not intend ...
Or, The Adventures of an Enthusiast Morris Mattson. adventurous spirit , which has led me on , blindly and hurriedly ... spirits leap up and soar away as upon the wings of an angel . But I am growing metaphysical , which I did not intend ...
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... spirit , as well as industrious habits ; and was generally noted for his enterprise . At the age of ten he eloped from his kind - hearted master - the rector -and became a vender of newspapers in the streets of London ; at twelve , he ...
... spirit , as well as industrious habits ; and was generally noted for his enterprise . At the age of ten he eloped from his kind - hearted master - the rector -and became a vender of newspapers in the streets of London ; at twelve , he ...
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... spirit of ro- mance . I had sailed upon the winding streams of Germany ; I had walked beneath the bright skies of Italy ; I had clambered the majestic mountains of Switzerland . My father and myself returned home - I , to re- late the ...
... spirit of ro- mance . I had sailed upon the winding streams of Germany ; I had walked beneath the bright skies of Italy ; I had clambered the majestic mountains of Switzerland . My father and myself returned home - I , to re- late the ...
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... spirit of her hues . " Tradition relates , that many were the vows plight- ed in this solitary place , with no other witnesses than the unconscious moon or unrevealing stars . I have long thought that our affections are more pliant and ...
... spirit of her hues . " Tradition relates , that many were the vows plight- ed in this solitary place , with no other witnesses than the unconscious moon or unrevealing stars . I have long thought that our affections are more pliant and ...
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Seite 52 - Because you are not merry : and 'twere as easy For you to laugh and leap and say you are merry, Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time : Some that will evermore peep through their eyes And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper, And other of such vinegar aspect That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Seite 23 - There is a dangerous silence in that hour, A stillness which leaves room for the full soul To open all itself, without the power Of calling wholly back its self-control; The silver light which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws A loving languor, which is not repose.
Seite 140 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Seite 82 - Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with Fortunes, Humours turn with Climes. Tenets with Books, and Principles with Times.
Seite 5 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...
Seite 90 - Who shames a scribbler? break one cobweb through, He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew: Destroy his fib or sophistry, in vain, The creature's at his dirty work again, Throned in the centre of his thin designs, Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines!
Seite 97 - It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance; And so am I for Phebe.
Seite 72 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Seite 22 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Seite 97 - Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears...