The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: With a Memoir of the Author ...Little, Brown, 1860 |
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The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: With a Memoir of the Author, Volum 3 Robert Southey Visualització completa - 1864 |
The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: With a Memoir of the Author ... Robert Southey Visualització completa - 1860 |
The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: With a Memoir of the Author, Volum 3 Robert Southey Visualització completa - 1864 |
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Pàgina 242 - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Pàgina 70 - For a while, till it sleeps In its own little lake. And thence at departing, Awakening and starting, It runs through the reeds, And away it proceeds Through meadow and glade, In sun and in shade, And through the wood-shelter, Among crags in its flurry, Helter-skelter, Hurry-skurry.
Pàgina 71 - The cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among; Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing, Flying and flinging, Writhing and wringing, Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting Around and around With endless rebound: Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
Pàgina 177 - Train up thy children, England, In the ways of righteousness — and feed them With the bread of wholesome doctrine. Where hast thou thy mines — but in their industry ? Thy bulwarks where — but in their breasts...
Pàgina 71 - Receding and speeding, And shocking and rocking, And darting and parting, And threading and spreading, And whizzing and hissing, And dripping and skipping, And hitting and splitting, And shining and twining, And rattling and battling, And shaking and...
Pàgina 161 - Loudly proclaimed and steadily pursued ; So shall this fatal Tyranny at length Before the arms of Freedom fall subdued. Then, when the waters of the flood abate, The Dove her resting-place secure may find ; And France, restored and shaking off her chain, Shall join the Avengers in the joyful strain, Glory to God ! Deliverance for mankind ! NOTES TO CARMEN TRIUMPHALE. NOTE 1, p. 420. — That no weak heart, no abject mind, patterned Her counsels. "CAN any man of sense...
Pàgina 73 - Retreating and beating and meeting and sheeting, Delaying and straying and playing and spraying, Advancing and prancing and glancing and dancing, Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling, And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming, And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing, And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping, And curling and whirling and purling and twirling, And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping, And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing;...
Pàgina 77 - His jacket was red and his breeches were blue, And there was a hole where the tail came through.
Pàgina 169 - France ! beneath this fierce Barbarian's sway Disgraced thou art to all succeeding times ; Rapine, and blood, and fire have mark'd thy way, All loathsome, all unutterable crimes. A curse is on thee, France ! from far and wide It hath gone up to Heaven ; all lands have cried For vengeance upon thy detested head ; All nations curse thee, France ! for...
Pàgina 80 - As he passed through Cold-Bath Fields he looked At a solitary cell ; And he was well pleased, for it gave him a hint For improving the prisons of hell. He saw a turnkey tie a thief's hands With a cordial tug and jerk ; Nimbly, quoth he, a man's fingers move When his heart is in his work.