The British Novelists: With an Essay, and Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Tập 44,Phần 2

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F. C. and J. Rivington, 1820
 

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Trang 43 - The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton and too full of gawds To give me audience. If the midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Sound on into the drowsy race of night...
Trang 162 - Is there a heart that music cannot melt ? Alas ! how is that rugged heart forlorn ; Is there, who ne'er those mystic transports felt Of solitude and melancholy born ? He needs not woo the Muse ; he is her scorn.
Trang 2 - Oh! have you seen, bath'd in the morning dew, The budding rose its infant bloom display; When first its virgin tints unfold to view, It shrinks and scarcely trusts the blaze of day? So soft, so delicate, so sweet she came, Youth's damask glow just dawning on her cheek. I gaz'd, I sigh'd, I caught the tender flame, Felt the fond pang, and droop'd with passion weak.
Trang 68 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Trang 95 - ... shooting into a variety of grotesque forms, composed a scenery singularly solemn and sublime.* Dark woods, intermingled with bold projections of rock, sometimes barren, and sometimes covered with the purple bloom of wild flowers, impended over the lake, and were seen in the clear mirror of its waters. The wild and alpine heights which rose above were either crowned with perpetual snows, or exhibited tremendous crags and masses of solid rock, whose appearance was continually changing as the rays...
Trang 66 - Brood of fate, Who lap the blood of Sorrow, wait ; Who, Fear, this ghastly train can see, And look not madly wild, like thee?
Trang 148 - Where opening lilies balmy sweets distil, And the wild musk-rose weeps along the glade : Or climb the eastern cliff, whose airy head Hangs rudely o'er the blue and misty main ; Watch the fine hues of morn through ether spread, And paint with roseate glow the crystal plain.
Trang 1 - He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe. And ever and anon he beat...
Trang 213 - Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.
Trang 65 - Self-preservation is the great law of nature : when a reptile hurts us, or an animal of prey threatens us, we think no farther, but endeavour to annihilate it. When my life, or what may be essential to my life, requires the sacrifice of another, or even if gome passion, wholly unconquerable, requires it, I should be a madman to hesitate.

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