At Nightfall and Midnight: Musings After DarkHodder and Stoughton, 1873 - 466 strani |
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Stran 23
... smiling and once hospitable region into a land of wrath and hatred . With Cortez , on the noche triste of 1520 , we gaze on his poor remnant of followers huddled together in a miserable way ; all that had survived of the brilliant array ...
... smiling and once hospitable region into a land of wrath and hatred . With Cortez , on the noche triste of 1520 , we gaze on his poor remnant of followers huddled together in a miserable way ; all that had survived of the brilliant array ...
Stran 27
... smiling people . " The young folks in the same carriage , meanwhile , " sitting under Time , the white - wigged charioteer , " are looking forwards : to them the landscape is all bright , the air brisk and bracing , and the town yonder ...
... smiling people . " The young folks in the same carriage , meanwhile , " sitting under Time , the white - wigged charioteer , " are looking forwards : to them the landscape is all bright , the air brisk and bracing , and the town yonder ...
Stran 36
... smile on them . Labour's own laureate , in the person of the Scottish ploughman who sang the Cottar's Saturday Night , has made poetry of the subject that is ranged with the classics of British verse : we hear November chill blow loud ...
... smile on them . Labour's own laureate , in the person of the Scottish ploughman who sang the Cottar's Saturday Night , has made poetry of the subject that is ranged with the classics of British verse : we hear November chill blow loud ...
Stran 39
... smiles of tenderness and joy , For him — who plods his sauntering way along , Whistling the fragment of some village song . " What a cheery description is Scott's of Dandie Dinmont's return to Charlies - hope , with that un- feigned ...
... smiles of tenderness and joy , For him — who plods his sauntering way along , Whistling the fragment of some village song . " What a cheery description is Scott's of Dandie Dinmont's return to Charlies - hope , with that un- feigned ...
Stran 49
... smile , in spite of gravity , and sage remark that he is but him- self a fleeting shade . " With eye askance I view the muscular proportioned limb Transform'd to a lean shank . The shapeless pair , As they design'd to mock me , at my ...
... smile , in spite of gravity , and sage remark that he is but him- self a fleeting shade . " With eye askance I view the muscular proportioned limb Transform'd to a lean shank . The shapeless pair , As they design'd to mock me , at my ...
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Asmodeus awake beauty bright called calm Clopin Trouillefou companions Coventry Patmore dark dawn dead dear death describes dread dreams E. S. Dallas eyes face fancy father fear feeling fire FIRE-GAZING friends gaze George Eliot gone grave grief happy Hartley Coleridge hear heart heaven hope Horace Walpole Ingoldsby Legends labour last words Leigh Hunt light living look Lord memory midnight mind morning mother musings never night NIGHT-STUDENTS noctambulism old age once pain picture pleasure poem poet rain rest round says seemed shadow sight silent Sir Walter Scott sleep smile solace sorrow soul Southey spirit stanza strange sweet tears tells terrors things Thomas Hood thou thought toil told turn twilight utter Victor Hugo voice waking walk wander Washington Irving watch weary wife William Sidney Walker wind window Wordsworth writes young
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Stran 79 - Jesus answered, Are there not twelve hours in the day ? If any man walk in the day, he stumbleth not, because he seeth the light of this world. But if a man walk in the night, he stumbleth, because there is no light in him.
Stran 374 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Stran 334 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know, At first sight, if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Stran 352 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Stran 64 - My horse moved on; hoof after hoof He raised, and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof, At once, the bright moon dropped. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a lover's head! "O mercy!" to myself I cried, "If Lucy should be dead!
Stran 297 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are...
Stran 315 - All along the valley, stream that flashest white, Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the night, All along the valley, where thy waters flow, I walk'd with one I loved two and thirty years ago. All along the valley while I walk'd today, The two and thirty years were a mist that rolls away; For all along the valley, down thy rocky bed Thy living voice to me...
Stran 220 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Stran 4 - Thus did the waters gleam, the mountains lower, To the rude Briton, when, in wolf-skin vest Here roving wild, he laid him down to rest On the bare rock, or through a leafy bower Looked ere his eyes were closed.
Stran 273 - Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion. No familiar shapes...