The British Poets, 1. kötetLittle, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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xix. oldal
... round again , and tread in her own footsteps , has a happiness in applying the facts and characters of ancient to modern times , which re- quires a beautiful mixture of learning and genius , and a mind equally knowing in books and men ...
... round again , and tread in her own footsteps , has a happiness in applying the facts and characters of ancient to modern times , which re- quires a beautiful mixture of learning and genius , and a mind equally knowing in books and men ...
9. oldal
... round and round In silken thought , which reptile fancy spun , Till darken'd reason lay quite clouded o'er With soft conceit of endless comfort here , Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies ! Night - visions may befriend ( as ...
... round and round In silken thought , which reptile fancy spun , Till darken'd reason lay quite clouded o'er With soft conceit of endless comfort here , Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies ! Night - visions may befriend ( as ...
39. oldal
... round In the rich ichor , in the gen'rous blood Of Bacchus , purple god of joyous wit , A brow solute , and ever - laughing eye . He drank long health , and virtue , to his friend ; His friend , who warm'd him more , who more in- spir ...
... round In the rich ichor , in the gen'rous blood Of Bacchus , purple god of joyous wit , A brow solute , and ever - laughing eye . He drank long health , and virtue , to his friend ; His friend , who warm'd him more , who more in- spir ...
54. oldal
... former footsteps ? Pace the round Eternal ? To climb life's worn , heavy wheel , Which draws up nothing new ? To beat , and beat The beaten track ? To bid each wretched day The former mock ? And yawn our joys ? For 54 THE COMPLAINT .
... former footsteps ? Pace the round Eternal ? To climb life's worn , heavy wheel , Which draws up nothing new ? To beat , and beat The beaten track ? To bid each wretched day The former mock ? And yawn our joys ? For 54 THE COMPLAINT .
57. oldal
... , Lorenzo ! life's eternal round ? Have I not made my triple promise good ? Vain is the world ; but only to the vain . To what compare we then this varying scene , Whose worth ambiguous rises , and declines ? Waxes and NIGHT III . 57.
... , Lorenzo ! life's eternal round ? Have I not made my triple promise good ? Vain is the world ; but only to the vain . To what compare we then this varying scene , Whose worth ambiguous rises , and declines ? Waxes and NIGHT III . 57.
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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.