The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays, Bind 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1813 |
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Side 56
... translated by Macpherson in their original Erse . A similar assurance I received also myself from a surgeon in the navy , a native of the isle of Mull , who told me not only that he could repeat many of those poems , but that Macpherson ...
... translated by Macpherson in their original Erse . A similar assurance I received also myself from a surgeon in the navy , a native of the isle of Mull , who told me not only that he could repeat many of those poems , but that Macpherson ...
Side 57
... translated into English , and seemed much surprised that I should know any thing about them . With respect to the internal evidence which these celebrated poems afford , neither party seem to have considered it with sufficient accuracy ...
... translated into English , and seemed much surprised that I should know any thing about them . With respect to the internal evidence which these celebrated poems afford , neither party seem to have considered it with sufficient accuracy ...
Side 58
... proof can be required , than that it has been translated into every modern language , and is admired and beautiful in them all . May 1 , 1807 . I am , Sir , & c . & c . N ° IX . On the Belief of Supernatural Beings 58 THE RUMINATOR .
... proof can be required , than that it has been translated into every modern language , and is admired and beautiful in them all . May 1 , 1807 . I am , Sir , & c . & c . N ° IX . On the Belief of Supernatural Beings 58 THE RUMINATOR .
Side 107
... translated according to its usual meaning , from ; the sense is clear , and there is no need of having recourse to the far - fetched explanation of Eustathius , which even darkens obscurity itself . The oak and rock are ideas almost ...
... translated according to its usual meaning , from ; the sense is clear , and there is no need of having recourse to the far - fetched explanation of Eustathius , which even darkens obscurity itself . The oak and rock are ideas almost ...
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... Translated from the Italian . Yes , Diodati , wonderful to tell , Ev'n I- the stubborn wretch , who erst despis'd The god of love , and laugh'd his chains to THE RUMINATOR , 131 On the Sonnets of Milton, with a Translation one of his ...
... Translated from the Italian . Yes , Diodati , wonderful to tell , Ev'n I- the stubborn wretch , who erst despis'd The god of love , and laugh'd his chains to THE RUMINATOR , 131 On the Sonnets of Milton, with a Translation one of his ...
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Side 2 - But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
Side 61 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; The hair of my flesh stood up.
Side 135 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast...
Side 78 - As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Side 134 - Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endeavour, Staid not behind, nor in the grave were trod ; But, as Faith pointed with her golden rod, Followed thee up to joy and bliss for ever. Love led them on, and Faith, who knew them best, Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple beams And azure wings, that up they flew so drest, And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes Before the Judge ; who thenceforth bid thee rest, And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.
Side 172 - Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms ; Of patriot battles, won of old By Wallace wight, and Bruce the bold ; Of later fields of feud and fight, When, pouring from their Highland height, The Scottish clans, in headlong sway, Had swept the scarlet ranks away. While...
Side 91 - I knew him a few years ago full of hopes, and full of projects, versed in many languages, high in fancy, and strong in retention.
Side 169 - NOVEMBER'S sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear: Late, gazing down the steepy linn, That hems our little garden in, Low in its dark and narrow glen, You scarce the rivulet might ken, So thick the tangled green-wood grew, So feeble trilled the streamlet through: Now, murmuring hoarse, and frequent seen Through bush and brier, no longer green, An angry brook, it sweeps the glade, Brawls over rock and wild cascade, And, foaming brown with doubled speed, Hurries its waters to the Tweed.
Side 277 - Whilst this hard truth I teach, methinks, I see The monster London laugh at me, I should at thee too, foolish city, If it were fit to laugh at misery, But thy estate I pity. Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, And all the fools that crowd thee so, Even thou who dost thy millions boast, A village less than Islington wilt grow, A solitude almost.
Side 171 - It was a barren scene and wild, Where naked cliffs were rudely piled, But ever and anon between Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green ; And well the lonely infant knew Recesses where the wall-flower grew, And honeysuckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruined wall.