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The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, Esq. ...: Minor poems
Visualització completa - 1823
The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, Esq. ...: Roderick, the last of the Goths
Visualització completa - 1818
The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, Esq. ...: Joan of Arc
Visualització completa - 1817
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Pàgina 107 - 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 160 - ... day. Even so the soul, in this contracted state, Confined to these strait instruments of sense, More dull and narrowly doth operate ; At this hole hears, — the sight must ray from thence,— Here tastes, there smells ; — but when she's gone from hence, Like naked lamp she is one shining sphere, And round about has perfect cognoscence, Whate'er in her horizon doth appear. She is one orb of sense, all eye, all airy ear.
Pàgina 108 - But love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From heaven it came, to heaven returneth ; Too oft on earth a troubled guest, At times deceived, at times opprest, It here is tried and purified, Then hath in heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest-time of Love is there.
Pàgina 63 - Bent, like a rainbow, o'er the Maid. An Angel's head, with visual eye, **» Through trackless space, directs its chosen way ; Nor aid of wing, nor foot, nor fin, Requires to voyage o'er the obedient sky. Smooth as the swan when not a breeze at even Disturbs the surface of the silver stream, Through air and sunshine sails the Ship of Heaven.
Pàgina 10 - At once on every side The circling torches drop, At once on every side The fragrant oil is pour'd, At once on every side The rapid flames rush up. Then hand in hand the victim band Roll in the dance around the funeral pyre; Their garments flying folds Float inward to the fire ; In drunken whirl they wheel around; One drops, . .. another plunges in; And still with overwhelming din The tambours and the trumpets sound; And clap of hand, and shouts, and cries, From all the multitude arise ; While round...
Pàgina 108 - 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 overpayment of delight ? Southey.
Pàgina 260 - The soul itself is its own witness ; the soul itself is its own refuge ; offend not thy conscious soul, the supreme internal witness of men ! . . The sinful have said in their hearts, none see us. Yes, the gods distinctly see them, and so does the spirit within their breasts...
Pàgina 155 - Let her continue till death forgiving all injuries, performing harsh duties, avoiding every sensual pleasure, and cheerfully practising the incomparable rules of virtue, which have been followed by such women, as were devoted to one only husband.
Pàgina 159 - Inst. of Menu. Henry More, the Platonist, has two applicable stanzas in his Song of the Soul : — Like to a light fast lock'd in lanthorn dark, Whereby by night our wary steps we guide In slabby streets, and dirty channels mark, Some weaker rays through the black top do glide, And flusher streams, perhaps, from horny side ; But when...
Pàgina 171 - ... horizontally, and are filled in the interstices with the above membrane, and are jointed to the ribs of the person just where the plane of the back begins to turn towards the breast and belly; and, when shut, wrap the body round to the joints on the contrary side, folding neatly one side over the other. At the lower spine are two more ribs, extended horizontally when open, jointed again to the hips, and long enough to meet the joint on the contrary side...