Prose, Band 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1824 |
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... earth , you shall not lose your labour . ' So saying , my author dismissed me . I have come from his hands to place myself in yours , where I lie at your mercy . Reader . I will do you justice . 7 CONTENTS OF THE FIRST VOLUME . Page Pen ...
... earth , you shall not lose your labour . ' So saying , my author dismissed me . I have come from his hands to place myself in yours , where I lie at your mercy . Reader . I will do you justice . 7 CONTENTS OF THE FIRST VOLUME . Page Pen ...
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... earth could not antici- pate what I shall do here , nor the shrewdest guess the subject which will speedily adorn these pages , for I myself am not yet in the secret , nor do I know what I am going to write . This reflection startled me ...
... earth could not antici- pate what I shall do here , nor the shrewdest guess the subject which will speedily adorn these pages , for I myself am not yet in the secret , nor do I know what I am going to write . This reflection startled me ...
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... earth in spring throws out verdure and flowers from its bosom , spontaneously spreading beauty and fertility where all had been waste and barren before . Alas ! my im- maculate sheet lay in view , like an untrodden wilderness of snow ...
... earth in spring throws out verdure and flowers from its bosom , spontaneously spreading beauty and fertility where all had been waste and barren before . Alas ! my im- maculate sheet lay in view , like an untrodden wilderness of snow ...
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... earth in four - and - twenty hours . His tale was only just begun , and the theme was the strangest that poetry ever made palatable to good taste , being compounded of all monstrous , all discordant things , in art and nature , history ...
... earth in four - and - twenty hours . His tale was only just begun , and the theme was the strangest that poetry ever made palatable to good taste , being compounded of all monstrous , all discordant things , in art and nature , history ...
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... earth lay her tresses dishevell'd ; The blood gurgled fast from the wound , And crimson'd her arm of snow . * * * * * " Tell me no more of the maiden , " Cuchullin , the war - chief of Erin , exclaim'd . " Peace to the souls of the ...
... earth lay her tresses dishevell'd ; The blood gurgled fast from the wound , And crimson'd her arm of snow . * * * * * " Tell me no more of the maiden , " Cuchullin , the war - chief of Erin , exclaim'd . " Peace to the souls of the ...
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Seite 36 - But man dieth, and wasteth away ; yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he ? As the waters fail from the sea, and the flood decayeth and drieth up : so man lieth down, and riseth not ; till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.
Seite 186 - MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band. But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart ; I took, without more thinking, in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion.
Seite 76 - Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion? Canst thou bring forth Mazzaroth in his season? or canst thou guide Arcturus with his sons?
Seite 157 - Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.
Seite 35 - And Adam said, This is now bone of my bone, and flesh of my flesh : she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of man. "Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife ; and they shall be one flesh.
Seite 98 - Great and marvellous are thy works, Lord God Almighty ! In wisdom hast thou made them all...
Seite 94 - Still, however, she preserved her humility and shamefacedness, till her crescent had exceeded the first quarter. Hitherto she had only grown lovelier, but now she grew prouder at every step of her preferment. Her rays, too, became so intolerably dazzling, that fewer and fewer of the stars could endure their presence, but shrouded themselves in her light as behind a veil of darkness.
Seite 87 - ... exuberance of vegetation, and prepared by the diversity of land and water, for the. abode of uncreated animals and man, — a star, single and beautiful, stepped forth into the firmament. Trembling with wonder and delight in new-found existence, she looked abroad, and beheld nothing, in heaven...
Seite 166 - It shows them how to steer to the East', and the West', to the North', and the South.
Seite 95 - Never had the stars been more impatient to resume their places, nor the moon more impatient to rise than on the following evening. With trembling hope and fear, the planets that came out first after sunset espied her disk, broad and dark red, emerging from a gulf of clouds in the east. At the first glance, their keen celestial sight discovered that her western limb was a little contracted, and her orb no longer perfect. She herself was too much elated to suspect any failing, and fondly imagined...