The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: With a Memoir ...

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1884
 

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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 227 - ... and, like those abstemious men, a virtuous wife ascends to heaven, though she have no child, if, after the decease of her lord, she devote herself to pious austerity...
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 137 - Had swallowed there, when monuments so brave Bore record of their old magnificence. And on the sandy shore, beside the verge Of Ocean, here and there, a rock-hewn fane Resisted in its strength the surf and surge That on their deep foundations beat in vain. In solitude the Ancient Temples stood, Once resonant with instrument and song, And solemn dance of festive multitude ; Now as the weary ages pass along, Hearing no voice save of the Ocean flood, Which roars for ever on the restless shores ; Or,...
Pàgina 88 - 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 120 - Well might they thus adore that heavenly Maid! For never Nymph of Mountain, Or Grove, or Lake, or Fountain, With a diviner presence fill'd the shade. No idle ornaments deface Her natural grace, Musk-spot, nor...
Pàgina 298 - I confess, Free from solicitude for dress; How best to bind my flowing hair With art, yet with an artless air, — My hair, like musk in scent and hue. Oh! blacker far, and sweeter too! In what nice braid or glossy curl To fix a diamond or a pearl, And where to smooth the love-spread toils With nard or...

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