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... us , seemed to realize the fables of the poets , and to people every tree and every wave with a tutelary deity ! And believe me , that in the forests of Hindostan , and on its caverned mountains , the same 6 LETTERS ON INDIA . 21.
... us , seemed to realize the fables of the poets , and to people every tree and every wave with a tutelary deity ! And believe me , that in the forests of Hindostan , and on its caverned mountains , the same 6 LETTERS ON INDIA . 21.
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... believe when I dispatched it . There certainly can be no difference of opinion concerning the puerile taste that could tolerate Hanumân and his baboon associates in an epic poem ; yet we must not forget that one of our best poets in the ...
... believe when I dispatched it . There certainly can be no difference of opinion concerning the puerile taste that could tolerate Hanumân and his baboon associates in an epic poem ; yet we must not forget that one of our best poets in the ...
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... believe that there are many lyric poets among the Hindû writers , but I can only name Jayadeva , whose odes the Hindûs are fond of explaining in a moral and religious sense , as the Persians do those of Hafiz , but I believe that the ...
... believe that there are many lyric poets among the Hindû writers , but I can only name Jayadeva , whose odes the Hindûs are fond of explaining in a moral and religious sense , as the Persians do those of Hafiz , but I believe that the ...
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... believe that Britain had not , in some very remote period , a nearer connection than we suppose with that people , from whom we derive all the arts and sciences with our languages , and who ( to use the words of a great writer ) have ...
... believe that Britain had not , in some very remote period , a nearer connection than we suppose with that people , from whom we derive all the arts and sciences with our languages , and who ( to use the words of a great writer ) have ...
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... believe I did not hear any of the best . It appears to me too noisy , from the constant use of drums of all sizes , and of trumpets and pipes , from that so large as to require a man to bear the mouth on his shoulder while it is played ...
... believe I did not hear any of the best . It appears to me too noisy , from the constant use of drums of all sizes , and of trumpets and pipes , from that so large as to require a man to bear the mouth on his shoulder while it is played ...
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Page 108 - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.
Page 99 - The Fiend looked up, and knew His mounted scale aloft : Nor more ; but fled Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night.
Page 366 - Heaven shall burst her starry gates again ! He comes! dread Brama shakes the sunless sky With murmuring wrath, and thunders from on high, Heaven's fiery horse, beneath his warrior form. Paws the light clouds, and gallops on the storm ! Wide waves his flickering sword ; his bright arms glow Like summer suns, and light the world below! Earth, and her trembling isles in Ocean's bed, Are shook ; and Nature rocks beneath his tread!
Page 6 - Thus was this place, A happy rural seat of various view : Groves whose rich trees wept odorous gums and balm; Others whose fruit, burnished with golden rind, Hung amiable — Hesperian fables true, If true, here only — and of delicious taste.
Page 83 - Artaxerxes' throne; To sage Philosophy next lend thine ear, From heaven descended to the low-roofed house Of Socrates, see there his tenement, Whom well inspired the oracle pronounced Wisest of men; from whose mouth issued forth Mellifluous streams that watered all the schools Of Academics old and new, with those Surnamed Peripatetics, and the sect Epicurean, and the Stoic severe...
Page 131 - And a river went out of Eden to water the garden; and from thence it was parted, and became into four heads.
Page 81 - Anchises then, in order, thus begun To clear those wonders to his godlike son: "Know, first, that heav'n, and earth's compacted frame, And flowing waters, and the starry flame, And both the radiant lights, one common soul Inspires and feeds — and animates the whole. This active mind, infus'd through all the space, Unites and mingles with the mighty mass.
Page 79 - Who knows exactly, and who shall in this world declare, whence and why this creation took place ? The gods are subsequent to the production of this world: then who can know whence it proceeded ? or whence this varied world arose ? or whether it uphold [itself], or not ? He who, in the highest heaven, is the ruler of this universe, does indeed know; but not another can possess that knowledge.
Page 143 - Ocean, here and there, a rock-hewn fane Resisted in its strength the surf and surge That on their deep foundations beat in vain. In solitude the Ancient Temples stood, Once resonant with instrument and song, And solemn dance of festive multitude ; Now, as the weary ages pass along, Hearing no voice save of the Ocean flood. Which roars for ever on the restless shores ; Or, visiting their solitary caves, The lonely sound of winds, that moan around Accordant to the melancholy waves.
Page 314 - Achilles? (thus the phantom said:) Sleeps my Achilles, his Patroclus dead? Living, I seem'd his dearest, tenderest care, But now forgot, I wander in the air. Let my pale corse the rites of burial know, And give me entrance in the realms below: Till then the spirit finds no resting-place, But here and there the unbodied spectres chase The vagrant dead around the dark abode, Forbid to cross the irremeable flood.