Prize Poems, Odes and Prologues - 130 oldal |
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11. oldal
... O'er Learning's sunny groves the dark destroyers spread : In dust the sacred statue slept , Fair Science round her altars wept , And Wisdom cowled his head . At length , Olympian Lord of morn , The raven veil of night was torn , When ...
... O'er Learning's sunny groves the dark destroyers spread : In dust the sacred statue slept , Fair Science round her altars wept , And Wisdom cowled his head . At length , Olympian Lord of morn , The raven veil of night was torn , When ...
13. oldal
... o'er the hallowed tomb , Where his plighted victims lie , Where they met , but met to die : — And now , when crimson buds are sleeping , Through the dewy arbour peeping , Where beauty's child , the frowning world forgot , To youth's ...
... o'er the hallowed tomb , Where his plighted victims lie , Where they met , but met to die : — And now , when crimson buds are sleeping , Through the dewy arbour peeping , Where beauty's child , the frowning world forgot , To youth's ...
14. oldal
... warning breath Echoes round the vale of death , Where , through the maddening ranks , the god of slaugh- ter rides , And o'er their spouting trunks his reeking axle guides ! Unhorsed , unhelmed , disdaining shield , The panting tyrant 14.
... warning breath Echoes round the vale of death , Where , through the maddening ranks , the god of slaugh- ter rides , And o'er their spouting trunks his reeking axle guides ! Unhorsed , unhelmed , disdaining shield , The panting tyrant 14.
23. oldal
... O'er stormy passion , by his powerful word , Pale Horror's master and Ambition's lord ; — Whom all the unruly hosts of Wrath obey , And , at his bidding , lay their terrors down , - Him next we crown . ' 99 Again the great of every age ...
... O'er stormy passion , by his powerful word , Pale Horror's master and Ambition's lord ; — Whom all the unruly hosts of Wrath obey , And , at his bidding , lay their terrors down , - Him next we crown . ' 99 Again the great of every age ...
29. oldal
... purer regions sought ! And still thy hand , ambitious ever , Reached to more sublime endeavour ! - Child of song ! thou didst inherit Amphion's fire and untamed pride , And the Theban's * eagle spirit Soaring o'er Ismenus ' 29.
... purer regions sought ! And still thy hand , ambitious ever , Reached to more sublime endeavour ! - Child of song ! thou didst inherit Amphion's fire and untamed pride , And the Theban's * eagle spirit Soaring o'er Ismenus ' 29.
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
altars Apollo Athens Avon Avon's Bard beam beauty Behold blest blood bosom breast bright bright eye brow burst buskined charms chords classick clime crown dark deed deep delight dome Drama E'en earth echoes enchanted fair fairy Falstaff fame fancy Fancy's fane feeling fire fled Folly gaze Genius gloom glory glowing grace grave Greece grief hail hand hath heart heaven honours immortal inspired laurel light lute lyre Macbeth madness magick matchless mighty mirth Muse's Muses musick Nature Nature's night numbers nymph o'er pale passions praise pride PRIZE Rapture realms reign rolls Rome round scene scenick seraph Shakspeare Shakspeare's shrine sigh slumbering smile soars song soul sound spell spirit splendour springs stage strains sway sweet swell taste tears terror Thalia thee Thespis thine thou throne trembling triumph Vice Virtue wake wand wave ween weeping wild wings wonder worlds unknown wreath
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106. oldal - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause ? Who sees him act, but envies every deed ? Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed?
108. oldal - Themselves they studied; as they felt, they writ: Intrigue was plot, obscenity was wit. Vice always found a sympathetic friend; They pleas'd their age, and did not aim to mend.
108. oldal - And pantomime and song confirm'd her sway. But who the coming changes can presage, And mark the future periods of the stage? Perhaps, if skill could distant times explore, New...
108. oldal - With every meteor of caprice must play. And chase the new-blown bubbles of the day. Ah ! let not censure term our fate our choice, The stage but echoes back the public voice ; The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live.
14. oldal - With boding tongue foul murders numbering ; Sleep's leaden portals catch the sound. In his dream of blood for mercy quaking, At his own dull scream behold him waking ! Soon that dream to fate shall turn : For him the living furies burn ; For him the vulture sits on yonder misty peak, And chides the lagging night, and whets her hungry beak.
118. oldal - Till tamed and tortured into foreign graces, She sports her lovely face at public places: And with blue, laughing eyes, behind her fan, First acts her part with that great actor, MAN. Too soon a flirt, approach her and she flies ! Frowns when pursued, and, when entreated, sighs ! Plays with unhappy men as cats with mice ; Till fading beauty hints the late advice.
106. oldal - Our scene precariously subsists too long On French translation, and Italian song : Dare to have sense yourselves ; assert the stage, Be justly warm'd with your own native rage. Such plays alone should please a British ear, As Cato's self had not disdain'd to hear. ' Britons attend .-] Altered thus by the author, from " Britons arise," to humour, we are told, the timid delicacy of Mr.
123. oldal - The grace of action — the adapted mien,' Faithful as nature to the varied scene ; Th' expressive glance — whose subtle comment draws Entranced attention, and a mute applause; Gesture that marks , with force and feeling fraught , A sense in silence, and a will in thought...
16. oldal - Olympic car in Pindar's fame : Troy's doubtful walls, in ashes passed away, Yet frown on Greece in Homer's deathless lay ; Rome, slowly sinking in her crumbling fanes, Stands all immortal in her Maro's strains ; So, too, yon giant empress of the isles, On whose broad sway the sun forever...
110. oldal - To what blest genius of the isle Shall gratitude her tribute pay, Decree the festive day, Erect the statue, and devote the pile ? Do not your sympathetic hearts accord, To own the bosom's Lord...