The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays, Bind 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1813 |
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... wild alarm , Yet chear'd by many a joy , and many a charm , Which these degenerate times have lost ! -For Power Dwelt with the chief , who own'd the Feudal Tower ! b One , who after one and thirty years of uninterrupted friendship , and ...
... wild alarm , Yet chear'd by many a joy , and many a charm , Which these degenerate times have lost ! -For Power Dwelt with the chief , who own'd the Feudal Tower ! b One , who after one and thirty years of uninterrupted friendship , and ...
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... wild tales , or drank with greedy ear Romantic ditties which the Minstrel - Seer Tun'd to his harp , while , as with bolder fire He threw his raptur'd hand across the wire , With visions of new glory beam'd each eye , And loud the ...
... wild tales , or drank with greedy ear Romantic ditties which the Minstrel - Seer Tun'd to his harp , while , as with bolder fire He threw his raptur'd hand across the wire , With visions of new glory beam'd each eye , And loud the ...
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... wild , and naked scenery of the Western Isles , and the absence of written documents seemed to him convincing proof against the alleged antiquity of the lays of Ossian ; and he refused to receive the testimony of those in- habitants who ...
... wild , and naked scenery of the Western Isles , and the absence of written documents seemed to him convincing proof against the alleged antiquity of the lays of Ossian ; and he refused to receive the testimony of those in- habitants who ...
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... Wild Irish Girl ; " and the missionary prove to be St. Patrick . It must be owned that there is great weight in that lady's arguments to prove that Ossian was a native of Ireland , and that Morven is to be found in that country . had ...
... Wild Irish Girl ; " and the missionary prove to be St. Patrick . It must be owned that there is great weight in that lady's arguments to prove that Ossian was a native of Ireland , and that Morven is to be found in that country . had ...
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... wild and ro- mantic splendour of the imagery , with the bravery of the heroes , and the beauty of the women . Those of a more advanced age are tired with the perpetual recurrence of the same images : Bran bounding over the heath ; the ...
... wild and ro- mantic splendour of the imagery , with the bravery of the heroes , and the beauty of the women . Those of a more advanced age are tired with the perpetual recurrence of the same images : Bran bounding over the heath ; the ...
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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.