The British Poets, 1. kötetLittle, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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xxix. oldal
... charms and the society of nature , the poet passes on through different illustrations , all exaggerated , till he ends with a fiction unnatural and absurd . - Such Fulvia's passion for the town An odd effect , gives vapour to the fair ...
... charms and the society of nature , the poet passes on through different illustrations , all exaggerated , till he ends with a fiction unnatural and absurd . - Such Fulvia's passion for the town An odd effect , gives vapour to the fair ...
xl. oldal
... charms of gold that saint inspire ? O cursed cause ! O curs'd event ! O wondrous power of accident ! He rivals gods , and sets the globe on fire . Another quotation , from the thirty - fifth stanza , will suffice : - O could I sing as ...
... charms of gold that saint inspire ? O cursed cause ! O curs'd event ! O wondrous power of accident ! He rivals gods , and sets the globe on fire . Another quotation , from the thirty - fifth stanza , will suffice : - O could I sing as ...
15. oldal
... charms . Revolted joys , like foes in civil war , Like bosom friendships to resentment sour'd , With rage envenom'd ... charm ; the disenchanted earth Lost all her lustre . Where her glitt'ring towers ? Her golden mountains , where ? all ...
... charms . Revolted joys , like foes in civil war , Like bosom friendships to resentment sour'd , With rage envenom'd ... charm ; the disenchanted earth Lost all her lustre . Where her glitt'ring towers ? Her golden mountains , where ? all ...
18. oldal
... charm thro ' distant ages : wrapt in shade , Pris'ner of darkness ! to the silent hours , How often I repeat their rage divine , To lull my griefs , and steal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures , but not catch their fire . Dark ...
... charm thro ' distant ages : wrapt in shade , Pris'ner of darkness ! to the silent hours , How often I repeat their rage divine , To lull my griefs , and steal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures , but not catch their fire . Dark ...
45. oldal
... charm ? Come ; but from heavenly banquets with thee bring The soul of song , and whisper in my ear The theft divine ; or in propitious dreams ( For dreams are thine ) transfuse it thro ' the breast Of thy first votary · but not thy last ...
... charm ? Come ; but from heavenly banquets with thee bring The soul of song , and whisper in my ear The theft divine ; or in propitious dreams ( For dreams are thine ) transfuse it thro ' the breast Of thy first votary · but not thy last ...
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ambition angels Anne Wharton archangels art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss blood divine boast boundless Busiris charms creation dark death deep Deity delight divine dost dread dust earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flame fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart heaven Herbert Croft hope hour human illustrious infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind midnight mighty mind mortal Narcissa nature nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passion peace Philander pleasure poem praise pride proud reason rise sacred says scene sense shades shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars strange thee theme thine thought thro throne thy disease tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Voltaire wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars Young
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32. oldal - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
278. oldal - And fated to survive the transient sun ! By mortals, and immortals, seen with awe ! A starry crown thy raven brow adorns, An azure zone, thy waist ; clouds, in heaven's loom Wrought through varieties of shape and shade, In ample folds of drapery divine, Thy flowing mantle form ; and, heaven throughout, Voluminously pour thy pompous train.
62. oldal - 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.
23. oldal - Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain, It makes us wander ; wander earth around To fly that tyrant, thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.
xiv. oldal - Whence Gay was banish'd in disgrace, Where Pope will never show his face, Where Y must torture his invention To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.
17. oldal - All pay themselves the compliment to think, They, one day, shall not drivel ; and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves...
266. oldal - Heav'n opens in their bosoms : But, how rare, Ah me ! that magnanimity, how rare ! What hero, like the man who stands himself; Who dares to meet his naked heart alone...
5. oldal - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they? With the years beyond the flood It is the signal that demands despatch: How much is to be done!
lix. oldal - Young should turn away a clergyman's widow, who lived with him, and who, having acquired great influence over the father, was saucy to the son. Dr. Johnson said, she could not conceal her resentment at him, for saying to Young, that "an old man should not resign himself to the management of any body.
309. oldal - Yet grant it true ; new difficulties rise ; I'm still quite out at sea ; nor see the shore. Whence earth and these bright orbs ? Eternal too ? Grant matter was eternal ; still these orbs Would want some other father ; — much design Is seen in all their motions, all their makes ; Design, implies intelligence, and art ; That can't be from themselves — or man; that art Man scarce can comprehend, could man bestow, And nothing greater yet allowed than man.