What a gloom hangs all around ! The dying lamp feebly emits a yellow gleam ; no sound is heard but of the chiming clock, or the distant watch-dog. All the bustle of human pride is forgotten ; an hour like this may well display the emptiness of human vanity.... Select British Classics - Pagina 761804Volledige weergave
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...when all that mighty heart (as Wordsworth says) is lying still, speculates on a possible time coming when this temporary solitude may be made continual,...inhabitants, fade away, and leave a desert in its room. He bethinks him of other cities, great as this, that once triumphed in existence and promised themselves...