The Quarterly review, Том 12

Murray, 1815

Съдържание

• No: 1
• The Excursion a Poem By William Wordsworth: 100
• Cours de Littérature Dramatique Par A W Schlegel: 112
• The Paradise of Coquettes a Poem in Nine Parts: 159
• Oraison Funèbre de Buonaparte Par une Société: 239
• Quarterly List of New Publications: 270
• Essay on improving the Condition of the Poor: 277
• No XXIV: 281
• Moniteur: 466
• Letters and Miscellaneous Papers by Barrè Charles: 509

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Страница 73 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peer?

Страница 509 - Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.

Страница 87 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies ; ' The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.

Страница 87 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night! O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumbered gild the glowing pole; O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head.

Страница 103 - That steal upon the meditative mind, And grow with thought. Beside yon spring I stood, And eyed its waters till we seemed to feel One sadness, they and I. For them a bond \\ Of brotherhood is broken : time has been When, every day, the touch of human hand Dislodged the natural sleep that binds them up In mortal stillness ; and they ministered To human comfort.

Страница 102 - The thunder's greeting. Nor have nature's laws Left them ungifted with a power to yield Music of finer tone ; a harmony, So do I call it, though it be the hand Of silence, though there be no voice ; — the clouds, The mist, the shadows, light of golden suns, Motions of moonlight, all come thither — touch, And have an answer — thither come, and shape A language not unwelcome to sick hearts And idle spirits...

Страница 105 - Their leafy umbrage, turns the dusky veil Into a substance glorious as her own, Yea with her own incorporated, by power Capacious and serene ; like power abides In Man's celestial Spirit ; Virtue thus Sets forth and magnifies herself; thus feeds A calm, a beautiful, and silent fire, From the incumbrances of mortal life, From error, disappointment, — nay from guilt ; And sometimes, so relenting Justice wills, From palpable oppressions of Despair.

Страница 191 - Hitherto shalt thou come and no farther, and here shall thy proud waves be stayed.

Страница 103 - Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of Faith; and there are times, I doubt not, when to you it doth impart Authentic tidings of invisible things; Of ebb and flow, and ever-during power; And central peace, subsisting at the heart Of endless agitation.

Библиография

• Заглавие: The Quarterly review, Том 12; The Quarterly review
• Издател: Murray, 1815
• Оригиналът е от: Калифорнийският университет
• Цифровизирана на: 5 ян. 2008