The British Poets, 1. kötetLittle, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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v. oldal
... thou upbraid , With thoughtless speech , time's ministers with wrong Done to the Muse's dwelling : not a thing But blooms immortal here ; to all belong Perennial verdure , and an endless Spring Breathed from the Poet's pure celestial ...
... thou upbraid , With thoughtless speech , time's ministers with wrong Done to the Muse's dwelling : not a thing But blooms immortal here ; to all belong Perennial verdure , and an endless Spring Breathed from the Poet's pure celestial ...
xxxix. oldal
... Thou ' rt so ingenious , profligate , and thin , That thou thyself art Milton's Death and Sin . Voltaire's objection to this episode was , that Death and Sin were non - existents . Voltaire , like the French in general , showed the ...
... Thou ' rt so ingenious , profligate , and thin , That thou thyself art Milton's Death and Sin . Voltaire's objection to this episode was , that Death and Sin were non - existents . Voltaire , like the French in general , showed the ...
4. oldal
... man , ) Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; The grave , your kingdom : there this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine . But what are ye ? - Thou , who didst put to flight Primeval silence , 4 THE COMPLAINT .
... man , ) Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; The grave , your kingdom : there this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine . But what are ye ? - Thou , who didst put to flight Primeval silence , 4 THE COMPLAINT .
5. oldal
Thou , who didst put to flight Primeval silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , shouted o'er the rising ball ; O Thou , whose word from solid darkness struck That spark , the sun ; strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which ...
Thou , who didst put to flight Primeval silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , shouted o'er the rising ball ; O Thou , whose word from solid darkness struck That spark , the sun ; strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which ...
14. oldal
... thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults ! Wouldst thou I should congratulate thy fate ? I know thou wouldst ; thy pride demands it from me . Let thy pride pardon , what thy nature needs , The salutary censure of a friend . Thou ...
... thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults ! Wouldst thou I should congratulate thy fate ? I know thou wouldst ; thy pride demands it from me . Let thy pride pardon , what thy nature needs , The salutary censure of a friend . Thou ...
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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.