The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, Volume 3Alexander Whitelaw 1833 |
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... boats be- gan , with clanking din , to open up the recesses of Nature , and lay bare her beauties . But it is in a particular manner interesting to the people of Glasgow , not only from its comparative proximity to that city , but from ...
... boats be- gan , with clanking din , to open up the recesses of Nature , and lay bare her beauties . But it is in a particular manner interesting to the people of Glasgow , not only from its comparative proximity to that city , but from ...
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... boat came to their assistance . I well remember the joy of all hands when the boat pulled up under the starn , near enough for ' em to see that Merry was in it ; and when they hooked on the tackles , I don't b'lieve that ever a ship's ...
... boat came to their assistance . I well remember the joy of all hands when the boat pulled up under the starn , near enough for ' em to see that Merry was in it ; and when they hooked on the tackles , I don't b'lieve that ever a ship's ...
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Alexander Whitelaw. as ours did that evening in running up the jolly - boat that had saved Merry Terry . The day Merry first came aboard our craft is as fresh in my mind as it was yesterday , and a snug , trim - built little fellow he ...
Alexander Whitelaw. as ours did that evening in running up the jolly - boat that had saved Merry Terry . The day Merry first came aboard our craft is as fresh in my mind as it was yesterday , and a snug , trim - built little fellow he ...
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... boats were run up and stowed , the pole to'gallant masts struck , and storm stumps sent up in their place ; all hands were called to unmoor , and we even hove short , so as to be ready to trip and be off , whenever word should come from ...
... boats were run up and stowed , the pole to'gallant masts struck , and storm stumps sent up in their place ; all hands were called to unmoor , and we even hove short , so as to be ready to trip and be off , whenever word should come from ...
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... boat till it was lost in the haze of distance . When he could neither hear nor see it any longer , he began to walk about as wild as the devil in a gale of wind ; and the reefers , who would gladly have done any thing they could to ...
... boat till it was lost in the haze of distance . When he could neither hear nor see it any longer , he began to walk about as wild as the devil in a gale of wind ; and the reefers , who would gladly have done any thing they could to ...
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Abeona Abnakis Ahasuerus Anatolius arms beautiful blessed boat BOTHWELL CASTLE breath Cæsar calomel child clane Colonel Hill cried dark death deep delight door dream earth Edwards eyes Eyloff face father Father Flanagan fear feel fell felt filly fire George Somers Glasgow Glencoe Greenock hand happy head heard heart heaven honour hope hour Jeannot Jesuit Julian knew lady laugh Lelia light living look Lord Lucerne madam marriage marry master Merry Michaul mind morning mother mountain negroes never night Nocton Norridgewocks o'er Otoolpha ould passed poor priest replied rich rocks round says Jack scene seemed side silence slaves sleep smile soon sorrow soul spirit stood stranger sure Switzerland syllabub tears tell thee thing thou thought took turned voice Waldstetten white mustard wife wild wonder word young youth
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Page 335 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 335 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Page 332 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from the dream of life ; Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Page 334 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
Page 331 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
Page 328 - The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
Page 333 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Page 334 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Page 140 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Page 388 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. " The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.