The Rival Sisters, with Other PoemsSmith, Elder and Company, 1834 - 159 oldal |
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17. oldal
... child of change- that creature of a span- Which bids him slight the bliss already gained , And sigh for others , not to be attained . While Desmond deemed his Laura's heart denied , " Twas her alone he sought - for her he sighed . That ...
... child of change- that creature of a span- Which bids him slight the bliss already gained , And sigh for others , not to be attained . While Desmond deemed his Laura's heart denied , " Twas her alone he sought - for her he sighed . That ...
36. oldal
... child ? " Thus raved the injured maid - then with an air Of calmer grief - more resolute despair- “ Tell me , ” she cried , " bright orbs that roll above , Unmoved by human care and human love , In all your radiant round if ye descry A ...
... child ? " Thus raved the injured maid - then with an air Of calmer grief - more resolute despair- “ Tell me , ” she cried , " bright orbs that roll above , Unmoved by human care and human love , In all your radiant round if ye descry A ...
51. oldal
... child forsake . Then think not Julia's hand I will bestow On the false heart that works her sister's woe No ! even for her own unworthy sake , I charge thee here a last farewell to take . And thou , base girl , whose once beloved name E ...
... child forsake . Then think not Julia's hand I will bestow On the false heart that works her sister's woe No ! even for her own unworthy sake , I charge thee here a last farewell to take . And thou , base girl , whose once beloved name E ...
53. oldal
... ! far from me The fruitless cruelty of that decree ! - Bless these thy children ! ( as she spoke they knelt ) And wept what neither spoke , -what each had felt . Bless them , my sire ! that generous task be CANTO IV . THE BRIDAL . 53.
... ! far from me The fruitless cruelty of that decree ! - Bless these thy children ! ( as she spoke they knelt ) And wept what neither spoke , -what each had felt . Bless them , my sire ! that generous task be CANTO IV . THE BRIDAL . 53.
54. oldal
... child ! " the wondering parent cried , " No longer now my pity but my pride ! Desmond ! her sire forgives thee for her sake- Take yet a wife from me - thy Julia take ! And hear a parent's prayer , all gracious Power , And bless my children ...
... child ! " the wondering parent cried , " No longer now my pity but my pride ! Desmond ! her sire forgives thee for her sake- Take yet a wife from me - thy Julia take ! And hear a parent's prayer , all gracious Power , And bless my children ...
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anguish art thou aught bard beauty bestowed blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm cease charm cheek confest dear deem deep Desmond despair doom dread dreams E'en e'er earth END OF CANTO ev'n eyes fair fame fatal fate father fear feel felt flame fled fond forget friends gaze glance glow grace grief hand hath heard heart heaven hope hour Julia Laura lips lyre maid matchless mingled misery mourn muse never night nymph o'er OLD BAILEY once pain pale pangs passion peace pensive pity praise prayer rapture repose resigned rest round scene Shakespeare shed sigh sight sire sister sleep smile soft SONNET soothe sorrow sought soul strove sweet tears thee theme thine thought tomb tortured trembling Twas twill voice voice of music wake weep wept wild woes wondering youth
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157. oldal - It is not an open enemy that hath done me this " dishonour, for then I could have borne it. " Neither was it mine adversary that did magnify " himself against me : for then, peradventure, I would " have hid myself from him. "But it was even thou my companion, my guide, ''mine own familiar friend.
146. oldal - Death's tremendous blow. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead.
27. oldal - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
27. oldal - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices...
17. oldal - What years, i' faith ? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; let still the woman take An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
1. oldal - Island of bliss! amid the subject seas, That thunder round thy rocky coasts, set up, At once the wonder, terror, and delight, Of distant nations...
158. oldal - I say so, my lord. For I have read, that God made man, but that man can make God I never yet read: nor I suppose ever shall read it.
157. oldal - If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand My bosom's -lord sits lightly on his throne, And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
146. oldal - Thine ear ia patient of a serious song. flow deep implanted in (he breast of man The dread of death '! I. sing its sovereign cure. Why start at Death ? where is he 1 Death arrived, Is past ; not come, or gone : he's never here. Ere hope, sensation fails. Black-boding man Receives, not suffers, Death's tremendous blow. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave ; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm; These...
18. oldal - Of all defects with which frail man is curst, How oft a want of firmness proves the worst!