The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: With a Memoir of the Author, Volum 8

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Pàgina 89 - They sin who tell us Love can die : With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth. But Love is indestructible : Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Pàgina 89 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Pàgina 26 - I charm thy life From the weapons of strife, From stone and from wood, From fire and from flood, From the serpent's tooth, And the beasts of blood : From Sickness I charm thee, And Time shall not harm thee ; But Earth, which is mine, Its fruits shall deny thee ; And Water shall hear me, And know thee and fly thee ; And the Winds shall not touch thee When they pass by thee, And the Dews shall not wet thee When they fall nigh thee...
Pàgina 39 - EVENING comes on : arising from the stream, Homeward the tall flamingo wings his flight; And where he sails athwart the setting beam, His scarlet plumage glows with deeper light. The watchman, at the wish'd approach of night, Gladly forsakes the field, where he all day, To scare the winged plunderers from their prey, With shout and sling, on yonder clay-built height, Hath borne the sultry ray. Hark ! at the Golden Palaces The Bramin strikes the hour.
Pàgina 126 - On Jaga-Naut they call: The ponderous Car rolls on, and crushes all. Through flesh and bones it ploughs its dreadful path. Groans rise unheard; the dying cry, And death and agony Are trodden under foot by yon mad throng, Who follow close, and thrust the deadly wheels along.
Pàgina 88 - A sudden thrill, a startling thought, A feeling many a year forgot, Now like a dream anew recurring, As if again in every vein Her mother's milk was stirring.
Pàgina 146 - Stretch'd like green anthers many a seeking head. And arborets of jointed stone were there, And plants of fibres fine, as silkworm's thread ; Yea, beautiful as Mermaid's golden hair Upon the waves dispread : Others that, like the broad banana growing, Rais'd their long wrinkled leaves of purple hue, Like streamers wide out-flowing.
Pàgina 115 - Twas a fair scene wherein they stood, A green and sunny glade amid the wood, And in the midst an aged Banian grew. It was a goodly sight to see That venerable tree, For o'er the lawn, irregularly spread, Fifty straight columns propt its lofty head ; And many a long depending shoot, Seeking to strike its root, Straight like a plummet, grew towards the ground.
Pàgina 197 - Twas a light which made Darkness itself appear A thing of comfort ; and the sight, dismayed, Shrunk inward from the molten atmosphere.
Pàgina 120 - ... forgetful hold the plane-branch drops, Reverent he kneels, and lifts his rational eyes To her as if in prayer ; And when she pours her angel voice in song Entranced he listens to the thrilling notes, Till his strong temples, bathed with sudden dews, Their fragrance of delight and love diffuse. Lo ! as the voice melodious floats around, The Antelope draws near, The Tigress leaves her toothless cubs to hear ; The Snake comes gliding from the secret brake...

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