The Beauties of the British Poets: With a Few Introductory ObservationsC. Wells, 1831 - 395 pàgines |
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Pàgina 70
... skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow Through the sweet briar or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din , Scatters the rear of darkness ...
... skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow Through the sweet briar or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din , Scatters the rear of darkness ...
Pàgina 75
... skies , Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes ; There held in holy passion , still , Forget thyself to marble , till With a sad leaden downward cast , Thou fix them on the earth as fast : And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet , Spare ...
... skies , Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes ; There held in holy passion , still , Forget thyself to marble , till With a sad leaden downward cast , Thou fix them on the earth as fast : And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet , Spare ...
Pàgina 88
... skies , And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies . Comus . Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould , Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment : Sure something holy lodges in that breast , And with these raptures moves the ...
... skies , And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies . Comus . Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould , Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment : Sure something holy lodges in that breast , And with these raptures moves the ...
Pàgina 95
... skies ; The ethereal Spirit o'er its leaves shall move , And on its top decends_the mystic dove . Ye heavens ! from high the dewy nectar pour , And in soft silence shed the kindly shower ! The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid ...
... skies ; The ethereal Spirit o'er its leaves shall move , And on its top decends_the mystic dove . Ye heavens ! from high the dewy nectar pour , And in soft silence shed the kindly shower ! The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid ...
Pàgina 96
... skies ! Hark ! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers ; Prepare the way ! A God , a God appears ! A God , a God ! the vocal hills reply ; The rocks proclaim the approaching Deity . Lo , earth receives him from the bending skies ! Sink ...
... skies ! Hark ! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers ; Prepare the way ! A God , a God appears ! A God , a God ! the vocal hills reply ; The rocks proclaim the approaching Deity . Lo , earth receives him from the bending skies ! Sink ...
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beauty beneath bless blest bliss bosom breast breath bright bright eyes brow charms cheerful clouds cold dark dead death deep Deloraine doth dread e'en earth eternal eyes fair fame farewell fear feel fire flowers GENEVRA GEORGE CROLY grace grave Greece green grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills honour hope hour labour land light lisp look Lord Lycidas lyre maid mind murmurs Muse naked beggar ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale peace pleasure poet praise pride raptures rill rise round sacred Samian wine scene shade shine shore sigh silent SIR JOHN MOORE skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars sweet Sweet Auburn tears tempests thee thine thou art thought toil trembling Twas vale Venice voice wandering wave weary ween weep wild wind wretched youth
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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.