What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Abiram ancient animals appeared arms artistic Atreus beautiful became better brigantine brother Bruff called character child Comenius Crebillon Dante Dante's dark dear death Divine Divine Comedy door earth eyes face father fear feeling felt Fleurange give hand head hear heard heart heaven human imagination Italy King lady less light literary literature living looked Lord Jim Madame Madame de Chevreuse Madame de Longueville master mind moral mother Natural Selection never night novels Oakly once Origin of Species passed passion philosophy pleasure poems poet Rhadamistus round sail seemed sense side Sir Sampson smile Socrates soul speak species spirit stood story Tarascon tears tell thee things thou thought Thyestes tion took truth turned verse voice whole woman words writing young youth Zenobia
Page 3854 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air — That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
Page 3874 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild, unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Page 4106 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, - £• And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 3857 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young? Instead of the cross the Albatross About my neck was hung.
Page 3869 - Youth! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit— It cannot be that Thou art gone!
Page 4111 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute, From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Page 4430 - There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed by the Creator into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being evolved.
Page 3858 - And the slant night-shower driving loud and fast ! Those sounds which oft have raised me, whilst they awed, And sent my soul abroad, Might now perhaps their wonted impulse give, Might startle this dull pain, and make it move and live ! II. A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear...
Page 3876 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or, if chill blustering winds, or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires; And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veiL...