The Poetical WorksJohn Sharpe, 1826 - 134 pàgines |
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Pàgina 21
Thomas Gray. Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart , Ye died amidst your dying country's cries- No more I weep . They do not sleep . On yonder cliffs a grisly band , I see them sit , they linger yet , Avengers of their native land ...
Thomas Gray. Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart , Ye died amidst your dying country's cries- No more I weep . They do not sleep . On yonder cliffs a grisly band , I see them sit , they linger yet , Avengers of their native land ...
Pàgina 22
... heart , no eye , afford A tear to grace his obsequies . Is the sable warrior fied ? Thy son is gone . He rests among the dead . The swarm , that in thy noontide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn . Fair laughs the morn ...
... heart , no eye , afford A tear to grace his obsequies . Is the sable warrior fied ? Thy son is gone . He rests among the dead . The swarm , that in thy noontide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn . Fair laughs the morn ...
Pàgina 24
... heart we consecrate . ( The web is wove . The work is done . ) Stay , oh stay ! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd , unpitied , here to mourn : In yon bright track , that fires the western skies , They melt , they vanish from my eyes ...
... heart we consecrate . ( The web is wove . The work is done . ) Stay , oh stay ! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd , unpitied , here to mourn : In yon bright track , that fires the western skies , They melt , they vanish from my eyes ...
Pàgina 31
... heart , thy judging eye , The flower unheeded shall descry , And bid it round heaven's altars shed The fragrance of its blushing head : Shall raise from earth the latent gem To glitter on the diadem . VII . " Lo ! Granta waits to lead ...
... heart , thy judging eye , The flower unheeded shall descry , And bid it round heaven's altars shed The fragrance of its blushing head : Shall raise from earth the latent gem To glitter on the diadem . VII . " Lo ! Granta waits to lead ...
Pàgina 43
... heart . Big with hosts of mighty name , Squadrons three against him came ; * The original Welsh of the above poem was the composi- tion of Gwalchmai the son of Melir , immediately after Prince Owen Gwynedd had defeated the combined ...
... heart . Big with hosts of mighty name , Squadrons three against him came ; * The original Welsh of the above poem was the composi- tion of Gwalchmai the son of Melir , immediately after Prince Owen Gwynedd had defeated the combined ...
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ACERONIA Agrippina Amor ancient Anicetus atque auras awake Baiæ Bard beautiful beneath breathe brow Cambridge character charm College death decus divine DRAWN BY RICHARD dread Earl Edward Eirin Elegy Eton ETON COLLEGE eyes fame fate fears feel fire flamma genius glittering golden grace Gray Gray's hæc hand hear heart Hinc honour ignes John Penn JOHN SHARPE king lady latè Long Story longo Lord lyre Margaret of Anjou MASINISSA Mason mind morn mother Muse Nero numbers o'er oculos Odin Otho passion Pindar pleasure poem poet poetry Poppæa PROPHETESS PUBLISHED BY JOHN quâ quæ regna reign repose rerum RICHARD WESTALL Scilicet shade sister smiling soft solemn song soul spirit stanza Stoke style sublime tactus Taliessin taste tear thee THOMAS GRAY thou trembling vale verse voice weep wings written YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 54 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Pàgina 21 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Pàgina 19 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Pàgina 14 - In climes beyond the solar road Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight gloom To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Pàgina 73 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost And breathe, and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening Paradise.
Pàgina 4 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize What female heart can gold despise?
Pàgina 56 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear — He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd), a friend.
Pàgina 23 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell thirst and famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Pàgina 6 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty; Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry! Still, as they run, they look behind! They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy I Gay Hope is theirs, by Fancy fed; Less pleasing when possest ! The tear forgot as soon as shed!
Pàgina 16 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy 1 This can unlock the gates of joy ! Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.