The Beauties of the British Poets, with a Few Introductory ObservationsPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 395 страница |
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... breast in all the varieties of passion , gives us the idea that he had either felt and registered every emotion of our being , or had attained the knowledge by some faculty restricted to himself . He is , above all poets , the poet of ...
... breast in all the varieties of passion , gives us the idea that he had either felt and registered every emotion of our being , or had attained the knowledge by some faculty restricted to himself . He is , above all poets , the poet of ...
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... breast of silver shene ; An horn he bare , the baudrick was of green . A forester was he soothly I guess . There also was a NUN , a Prioress , That in her smiling was full simple and 、 coy ; Her greatest oath was but by Saint Eloy ...
... breast of silver shene ; An horn he bare , the baudrick was of green . A forester was he soothly I guess . There also was a NUN , a Prioress , That in her smiling was full simple and 、 coy ; Her greatest oath was but by Saint Eloy ...
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... breast a baldrich brave he ware , [ rare : That shined like twinkling stars , with stones most precious And in the midst thereof one precious stone , Of wondrous worth , and eke of wondrous might , Shaped like a ladies head , exceeding ...
... breast a baldrich brave he ware , [ rare : That shined like twinkling stars , with stones most precious And in the midst thereof one precious stone , Of wondrous worth , and eke of wondrous might , Shaped like a ladies head , exceeding ...
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... breast , The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied , Shallow brook and rivers wide . Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees , Where perhaps some beauty lies , The Cynosure of neighbouring ...
... breast , The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied , Shallow brook and rivers wide . Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees , Where perhaps some beauty lies , The Cynosure of neighbouring ...
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... breast , And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence : How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence , through the empty vaulted night , At every fall , smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it ...
... breast , And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence : How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence , through the empty vaulted night , At every fall , smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it ...
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beauty behold beneath blessed blest bosom breast breath bright bright eyes brow charms cheerful clouds cold crown dark dead death deep delight Deloraine doth dread e'en earth eternal eyes fair fame farewell fear fire flowers GENEVRA grace grave Greece hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills honour hope hour labour land light lisp look look of love Lord Lycidas lyre maid mind morn murmurs Muse ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale peace pleasure poet praise pride raptures Rhine rill rise round Samian wine scene shade shine shore sigh silent SIR JOHN MOORE skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit star sweet Sweet Auburn tears tempests thee thine thou art thou hast thought toil Twas vale Venice voice wandering wave weary ween weep wild wind wretched youth
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Страница 356 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Страница 299 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Страница 129 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Страница 359 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : — Do I wake or sleep ? ODE ON A GRECIAN URN THOU still unravished bride of quietness!
Страница 168 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew: 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge...
Страница 379 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Страница 163 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Страница 300 - Far flashed the red artillery ! But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Страница 81 - Shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Страница 58 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of heaven first-born, Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless...