The Beauties of the British Poets: With a Few Introductory ObservationsC. Wells, 1831 - 395 pàgines |
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... grief and patience , - That had not God , for some strong purpose , steeled The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him . WOLSEY . Nay then , farewell , I have touched 54 SHAKSPEARE . and ...
... grief and patience , - That had not God , for some strong purpose , steeled The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him . WOLSEY . Nay then , farewell , I have touched 54 SHAKSPEARE . and ...
Pàgina 60
... which might in part my grief have eased ; Inferior to the vilest now become Of man or worm : the vilest here excel me ; They creep , yet see ; I , dark in light , exposed To daily fraud , contempt , abuse , and wrong 60 MILTON .
... which might in part my grief have eased ; Inferior to the vilest now become Of man or worm : the vilest here excel me ; They creep , yet see ; I , dark in light , exposed To daily fraud , contempt , abuse , and wrong 60 MILTON .
Pàgina 62
... grief and anxious thought ; But with the afflicted in his pangs their sound Little prevails , or rather seems a tune Harsh , and of dissonant mood from his complaint ; Unless he feel within Some source of consolation from above , Secret ...
... grief and anxious thought ; But with the afflicted in his pangs their sound Little prevails , or rather seems a tune Harsh , and of dissonant mood from his complaint ; Unless he feel within Some source of consolation from above , Secret ...
Pàgina 129
... grief beguiled ; A solemn , strange , and mingled air ; ' Twas sad by fits , by starts ' twas wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes so fair , What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whispered promised pleasure , And bade the lovely ...
... grief beguiled ; A solemn , strange , and mingled air ; ' Twas sad by fits , by starts ' twas wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes so fair , What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whispered promised pleasure , And bade the lovely ...
Pàgina 177
... grief . O Luxury ! thou cursed by Heaven's decree , How ill exchanged are things like these for thee ! How do thy potions , with insidious joy , Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy ! Kingdoms by thee , to sickly greatness grown ...
... grief . O Luxury ! thou cursed by Heaven's decree , How ill exchanged are things like these for thee ! How do thy potions , with insidious joy , Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy ! Kingdoms by thee , to sickly greatness grown ...
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Pàgina 144 - GRAY. On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; Even from the tomb the voice of nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th' unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance by
Pàgina 144 - hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree, Another came; nor yet "beside the rill, Nor up the lawn nor at the wood was he; \~~ ■ The next with dirges due, in sad array, Approach and read, for thou canst read, the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pàgina 60 - have lived long enough: my way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf: And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. Curses, not loud, but deep; mouth-honour, breath,
Pàgina 348 - white on the turf, a.nd cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are
Pàgina 86 - Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw, Daily devours apace, and nothing said, But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more. Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian
Pàgina 143 - unlettered Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind ? This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned,
Pàgina 54 - side; His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Pàgina 52 - be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again;—it had a dying fall: 01 it came o'er my ear like the sweet south. That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Pàgina 359 - The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan, Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
Pàgina 338 - while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, Or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts:—not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play— Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow— Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. MODERN GREECE.