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... HEAVEN 289 THE MERMAID 282 THE SABBATH 294 CLIFTON GROVE 326 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON 343 PART THE FIFTH 357 THE ANCIENT MARINER 359 THE RUIN AND ITS FLOWERS 387 THE PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA 391 GERTRUDE OF WYOMING . 396 CASA WAPPY 427 ...
... HEAVEN 289 THE MERMAID 282 THE SABBATH 294 CLIFTON GROVE 326 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON 343 PART THE FIFTH 357 THE ANCIENT MARINER 359 THE RUIN AND ITS FLOWERS 387 THE PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA 391 GERTRUDE OF WYOMING . 396 CASA WAPPY 427 ...
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... . C. W. Cope . Messrs . Dalziel . James Ferguson . Kenny Meadows . Ditto . James Ferguson . { Messrs , Dalziel and J. Knight . William Measom . Ditto . Mason Jackson . ARTISTS . COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT TO MARY IN HEAVEN THE.
... . C. W. Cope . Messrs . Dalziel . James Ferguson . Kenny Meadows . Ditto . James Ferguson . { Messrs , Dalziel and J. Knight . William Measom . Ditto . Mason Jackson . ARTISTS . COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT TO MARY IN HEAVEN THE.
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Book. ARTISTS . COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT TO MARY IN HEAVEN THE MERMAID ( Two Drawings ) C. W. Cope . James Ferguson . Ditto . THE SABBATH ( Six Drawings ) Ditto . CLIFTON GROVE ( Three Drawings ) Ditto . ENGRAVERS . Messrs . Dalziel ...
Book. ARTISTS . COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT TO MARY IN HEAVEN THE MERMAID ( Two Drawings ) C. W. Cope . James Ferguson . Ditto . THE SABBATH ( Six Drawings ) Ditto . CLIFTON GROVE ( Three Drawings ) Ditto . ENGRAVERS . Messrs . Dalziel ...
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... Heaven ; the last pertains to the bountiful nursing which the Bona Dea Terra bestows upon all , but chiefly upon these her favoured children . Remembering that nothing has endured or can endure in Poetry , but what is elevating or comes ...
... Heaven ; the last pertains to the bountiful nursing which the Bona Dea Terra bestows upon all , but chiefly upon these her favoured children . Remembering that nothing has endured or can endure in Poetry , but what is elevating or comes ...
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... heaven , the body for earth . All imaginative , it can conceive the forms of things unknown : all real , it can touch every spring in our bosoms , and bind us in the blessed bonds of unitý , kin , and love . From the animate and ...
... heaven , the body for earth . All imaginative , it can conceive the forms of things unknown : all real , it can touch every spring in our bosoms , and bind us in the blessed bonds of unitý , kin , and love . From the animate and ...
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Page 355 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Page 194 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 341 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide : Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
Page 42 - Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Page 164 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And Desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
Page 170 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 354 - And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. 'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' The Hermit crossed his brow. 'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say — What manner of man art thou?
Page 165 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 171 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Page 44 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.