The Romance of the Forest: Interspersed with Some Pieces of Poetry, Том 1T. Hookham and J. Carpenter, 1792 - 336 страници |
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Страница 210 - Thou roll'st the storm along the sounding shore, I love to watch the whelming billows, cast On rocks below, and listen to the roar. Thy milder terrors, Night, I frequent woo, Thy silent lightnings, and thy meteor's glare, Thy northern fires, bright with ensanguine hue, That light in heaven's high vault the fervid air.
Страница 185 - Peace be to his soul', soliloquizes the young man; 'but did he think a life of mere negative virtue deserves an eternal reward? Mistaken man! reason, had you trusted its dictates, would have informed you, that the active virtues, the adherence to the golden rule, "Do as you would be done unto", could alone deserve the favour of a Deity, whose glory is benevolence.
Страница 113 - O'er his fad couch, and in the balm Of bland oblivion's dews his burning eyes to fteep. Full oft, unknowing and unknown, He wore his endlefs noons alone, Amid the autumnal wood : Oft was he wont, in hafty fit, Abrupt the focial board to quit, And gaze with eager glance upon the tumbling flood.
Страница 97 - I looked around me, and viewed the vast vault of heaven no longer bounded by monastic walls, and the green earth extended in hill and dale to the round verge of the horizon! My heart danced with delight, tears swelled in my eyes, and for some moments I was unable to speak. My thoughts rose to heaven in sentiments of gratitude to the Giver of all good! At length I returned to my father: Dear Sir...
Страница 18 - Every moment of farther observation heightened the surprise of La Motte, and interested him more warmly in her favour. Such elegance and apparent refinement, contrasted with the desolation of the house, and the savage manners of its inhabitants, seemed to him like a romance of imagination, rather than an occurrence of real life.
Страница 38 - II. -how these antique towers And vacant courts chill the suspended soul! Till expectation wears the face of fear: And fear, half ready to become devotion, Mutters a kind of mental orison It knows not wherefore!
Страница 39 - ... arose a window of the same order, whose pointed arches still exhibited fragments of stained glass, once the pride of monkish devotion. La Motte, thinking it possible it might yet shelter some human being, advanced to the gate and lifted a massy knocker. The hollow sounds rung through the emptiness of the place. After waiting a few minutes he forced back the gate, which was heavy with iron work, and creaked harshly on its hinges.
Страница 40 - He entered what appeared to have been the chapel of the abbey, where the hymn of devotion had once been raised, and the tear of penitence had once been shed ; sounds which could now only be recalled by imagination — tears of penitence which had been long since fixed in fate. La Motte paused a moment, for he felt a sensation of sublimity rising into terror — a suspension of mingled astonishment and...
Страница 38 - Gothic remains of an abbey. It stood on a kind of rude lawn, overshadowed by high and spreading trees which seemed coeval with the building and diffused a romantic gloom around. The greater part of the pile appeared to be sinking into ruins, and that which had withstood the ravages of time showed the remaining features of the fabric more awful in decay. The lofty battlements, thickly enwreathed with ivy, were half demolished, and become the residence of birds of prey.