Select Reviews of Literature, Volum 7John F. Watson, 1812 |
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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 222 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Pàgina 484 - Her lover sinks — she sheds no ill-timed tear ; Her chief is slain — she fills his fatal post ; Her fellows flee — she checks their base career ; The foe retires — she heads the sallying host : Who can appease like her a lover's ghost ? Who can avenge so well a leader's fall?
Pàgina 497 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring, It made him whistle, it made him sing, His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the...
Pàgina 425 - WHAT hopes, what terrors, does thy gift create, Ambiguous emblem of uncertain fate : The Myrtle, ensign of supreme command, Consign'd by Venus to Melissa's hand; Not less capricious than a reigning fair, Now grants, and now rejects a lover's prayer. In myrtle shades oft sings the happy swain, In myrtle shades despairing ghosts complain: The myrtle crowns the happy lovers...
Pàgina 485 - Cold is the heart, fair Greece ! that looks on thee, Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced, thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands, which it had best behoved To guard those relics ne'er to be restored.
Pàgina 486 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of...
Pàgina 498 - Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell. " They hear no sound ; the swell is strong ; Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along, Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock: " O Christ! it is the Inchcape Rock!
Pàgina 497 - No STIR in the air, no stir in the sea: The ship was still as she could be; Her sails from heaven received no motion; Her keel was steady in the ocean. Without either sign or sound of their shock, The waves flowed over the Inchcape Rock; So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape Bell.
Pàgina 461 - Rome than here, as I should not then have the mortification of seeing with my own eyes a genius of the first rank lost to the world, himself, and his friends, as I certainly must, if you do not assume a manner of acting and thinking here, totally different from what your letters from Rome have described to me.
Pàgina 130 - Now smile, then weep ; now pale, then crimson red. You are the powerful moon of my blood's sea, To make it ebb or flow into my face, As your looks change.