Select Poets of Great Britain: To which are Prefixed, Criticial Notices of Each AuthorThomas Davison, 1825 - 562 pàgines |
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... wings ; his dreadful hideous head Close couched on the beaver , seem'd to throw From flaming mouth bright sparkles fiery red , That sudden horror to faint hearts did show ; And scaly tail was stretch'd adown his back full low . Upon the ...
... wings ; his dreadful hideous head Close couched on the beaver , seem'd to throw From flaming mouth bright sparkles fiery red , That sudden horror to faint hearts did show ; And scaly tail was stretch'd adown his back full low . Upon the ...
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... wings , that he no more shall fly . " Whom when as Venus saw so sore displeased , She inly sorry was , and gan relent What she had said ; so her she soon appeased , With sugred words and gentle blandishment , Which as a fountain from ...
... wings , that he no more shall fly . " Whom when as Venus saw so sore displeased , She inly sorry was , and gan relent What she had said ; so her she soon appeased , With sugred words and gentle blandishment , Which as a fountain from ...
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... wings display'd , ' And flew away , as lightly as the wind : Which sudden accident him much dismay'd , If heaven , then none may it redress or blame , Since to his power we all are subject born : If wrathful wight , then foul rebuke and ...
... wings display'd , ' And flew away , as lightly as the wind : Which sudden accident him much dismay'd , If heaven , then none may it redress or blame , Since to his power we all are subject born : If wrathful wight , then foul rebuke and ...
Pàgina 86
... wings of borrow'd wit . I'll make my own feathers rear me Whither others ' cannot bear me . Yet I'll keep my skill in store , Till I've seen some winters more . Roget . But in earnest mean'st thou so ? Then thou art not wise , I trow ...
... wings of borrow'd wit . I'll make my own feathers rear me Whither others ' cannot bear me . Yet I'll keep my skill in store , Till I've seen some winters more . Roget . But in earnest mean'st thou so ? Then thou art not wise , I trow ...
Pàgina 91
... wings , And the night - raven sings ; There under ebon shades and low brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimerian desart ever dwell . But come , thou Goddess , fair and free , In Heav'n yclep'd Euphrosyne , And by men ...
... wings , And the night - raven sings ; There under ebon shades and low brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimerian desart ever dwell . But come , thou Goddess , fair and free , In Heav'n yclep'd Euphrosyne , And by men ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 134 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Pàgina 95 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold, The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Pàgina 214 - Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Pàgina 79 - This my full rest shall be; England ne'er mourn for me, Nor more esteem me. Victor I will remain, Or on this earth lie slain; Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me.
Pàgina 476 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Pàgina 455 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Pàgina 97 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Pàgina 151 - Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Pàgina 214 - And, amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise : See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand...
Pàgina 111 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.