Tales and SketchesE. Bliss, 1830 - 256 Seiten |
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Aldenton Anatomy of Melancholy art thou beautiful bonny Marion bosom BRIDAL EVE bride bright Caroline clouds cried dapper friend dark dastard Donald Donald Campbell dreadful Dugald Dunbarton Edward Edward bowed Egbert Ellen Douglas Elph Elphina eternal exclaimed face fair father fear feelings flower gazed gentleman grief guests hand happy Hardenville hast heard heart heaven Helen Helensburgh hope hour imagination Kenneth Colquhoun knew live loch look lover mansion mark marriage melancholy mind Miss Montrose morning mother nature never night observation old Montrose parents passed peace phrenology Physiognomist pleasure port folio Port Glasgow pray proud replied rich Richard Rosneath sail scene seemed shore sigh smile soon sorrow soul speak spoke stood sweet tear tell thee thing thou art thought thousand tion told tone uncon village waves wealth weaver relation wherry wild words
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Seite 47 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He, who bore in Heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay His head ; How His first followers and servants sped, The precepts sage they wrote to many a land; How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs...
Seite 93 - Oh, Love! what is it in this world of ours Which makes it fatal to be loved? Ah why With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh? As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers, And place them on their breast — but place to die — Thus the frail beings we would fondly cherish Are laid within our bosoms but to perish.
Seite 83 - But, och ! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling ! To catch dame Fortune's golden smile, Assiduous wait upon her ; And gather gear by ev'ry wile That's justified by honour; Not for to hide it in a hedge, Nor for a train attendant ; But for the glorious privilege Of being independent.
Seite 8 - Boileau has so very well enlarged upon in the preface to his works, that wit and fine writing doth not consist so much in advancing things that are new, as in giving things that are known an agreeable turn.
Seite 247 - Command. I drank ; I lik'd it not : 'twas Rage ; 'twas Noise ; An airy Scene of transitory Joys. In vain I trusted, that the flowing Bowl Would banish Sorrow, and enlarge the Soul. To the late Revel, and protrafted Feast Wild Dreams succeeded, and disorder'd Rest ; And as at Dawn of Morn fair Reason's Light Broke thro...
Seite 101 - Out upon Time ! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before ! Out upon Time ! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve...
Seite 49 - Loud swells the song : O how that simple song, Though rudely chanted, how it melts the heart, Commingling soul with soul in one full tide Of praise, of thankfulness, of humble trust ! Next comes the unpremeditated prayer, Breathed from the inmost heart, in accents low, But earnest.
Seite 9 - Cross was damped with his dying breath ; When blood ran free as festal wine, And the sainted air of Palestine Was thick with the darts of death. Wise with the lore of centuries, What tales, if there be
Seite 8 - For, to say truth, whatever is very good sense, must have been common sense in all times; and what we call learning, is but the knowledge of the sense of our predecessors. Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own, because they resemble the ancients, may as well say our faces are not our own, because they are like our fathers...
Seite 63 - ... affection — And now seems hallowed by the tender vows That erst were breathed here. Sad is the tale That tells of blighted feelings, hopes destroyed; But love is like the rose, so many ills Assail it in the bud — the cankering blast, The frost of winter and the summer storm, All bow it down; rarely the blossom comes To full maturity; but there is nought Sinks with so chill a breath as Faithlessness, — As she could tell whose loveliness yet lives In village legends.