The Southern Monthly Magazine, Band 1Creighton and Scales, 1864 |
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... seemed to know ; and tolerably wild some of the ideas were on the sub- ject . It was well known that Richard Fortescue had quarrelled bitterly with his father , about a year before the date of our tale ; and some sup- posed that if the ...
... seemed to know ; and tolerably wild some of the ideas were on the sub- ject . It was well known that Richard Fortescue had quarrelled bitterly with his father , about a year before the date of our tale ; and some sup- posed that if the ...
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... seemed to get larger and larger , towards the horizon ; while a low moaning sound , which seemed to come from a great distance , produced an effect that was even more solemn than the full roar of the waves on the crags below . Somehow ...
... seemed to get larger and larger , towards the horizon ; while a low moaning sound , which seemed to come from a great distance , produced an effect that was even more solemn than the full roar of the waves on the crags below . Somehow ...
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... seemed in truth that nothing could be done ; the view to seaward gave an impression of utter helplessness , scarcely to be shaken off . There was just light enough to see the loom of the great rugged cliffs of red sandstone , from which ...
... seemed in truth that nothing could be done ; the view to seaward gave an impression of utter helplessness , scarcely to be shaken off . There was just light enough to see the loom of the great rugged cliffs of red sandstone , from which ...
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... seemed strange afterwards to those who followed him , what an influence his manner and bearing had on them . At last he stopped , - " Can " We can go no further " shouted he , using his hands as a speaking trumpet . " The water is ...
... seemed strange afterwards to those who followed him , what an influence his manner and bearing had on them . At last he stopped , - " Can " We can go no further " shouted he , using his hands as a speaking trumpet . " The water is ...
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... seemed scarcely to rise sufficiently for safety , was , to the eye of one accustomed to the sea , beautiful and graceful in the extreme . She was of about two hundred tons burden , clipper - built , and of unusual beauty ; and , as she ...
... seemed scarcely to rise sufficiently for safety , was , to the eye of one accustomed to the sea , beautiful and graceful in the extreme . She was of about two hundred tons burden , clipper - built , and of unusual beauty ; and , as she ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 545 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Seite 550 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Seite 545 - Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven. Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstacy '• Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn.
Seite 362 - We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs Have bred forth, not pale, solitary doves, But eagles, golden-feather'd, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in might : Yea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Seite 361 - So on our heels a fresh perfection treads, A power more strong in beauty, born of us And fated to excel us, as we pass In glory that old Darkness: nor are we Thereby more conquer'd, than by us the rule Of shapeless Chaos.
Seite 362 - O for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country-green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Seite 362 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Seite 142 - With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime. In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look ; But with a sweet forgetting They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time. Ah ! would 'twere so with many A gentle girl and boy ! But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy? To know the change and feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steal it...
Seite 359 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Seite 545 - Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!