English OdesAppleton, 1890 - 259 oldal |
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vi. oldal
... France Wordsworth • 159 Coleridge 162 XXXI . To an Indian Gold Coin • Leyden 167 XXXII . To Joseph Ablett Landor • 170 XXXIII . To Winter . Campbell 175 XXXIV . On Venice . Byron . 178 XXXV . To the West Wind Shelley • 185 XXXVI . To a ...
... France Wordsworth • 159 Coleridge 162 XXXI . To an Indian Gold Coin • Leyden 167 XXXII . To Joseph Ablett Landor • 170 XXXIII . To Winter . Campbell 175 XXXIV . On Venice . Byron . 178 XXXV . To the West Wind Shelley • 185 XXXVI . To a ...
xv. oldal
... France , he chanced to be in a place where the only book was a Pindar , which he read with eagerness . It was printed , of course , with no choral divisions ; and in the old metrical confusion , and to an observer so little perspicuous ...
... France , he chanced to be in a place where the only book was a Pindar , which he read with eagerness . It was printed , of course , with no choral divisions ; and in the old metrical confusion , and to an observer so little perspicuous ...
81. oldal
... France ? Why must the winds all hold their tongue ? If they a little breath should raise , Would that have spoil'd the poet's song , Or puff'd away the monarch's praise . Pindar , that eagle , mounts the skies ; While virtue leads the ...
... France ? Why must the winds all hold their tongue ? If they a little breath should raise , Would that have spoil'd the poet's song , Or puff'd away the monarch's praise . Pindar , that eagle , mounts the skies ; While virtue leads the ...
85. oldal
... France , No godhead , but the first of men . His mortal arm exerts the pow'r , ' To keep ev'n Mons's victor under : And that same Jupiter no more Shall fright the world with impious thunder . Our King thus trembles at Namur , Whilst ...
... France , No godhead , but the first of men . His mortal arm exerts the pow'r , ' To keep ev'n Mons's victor under : And that same Jupiter no more Shall fright the world with impious thunder . Our King thus trembles at Namur , Whilst ...
87. oldal
... and a beau ? Truth , justice , sense , religion , fame , May join to finish William's story ; Nations set free may bless his name , And France in secret own his glory . Malgré vous Namur en poudre S'en va tomber sous la PRIOR . 87.
... and a beau ? Truth , justice , sense , religion , fame , May join to finish William's story ; Nations set free may bless his name , And France in secret own his glory . Malgré vous Namur en poudre S'en va tomber sous la PRIOR . 87.
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24. oldal - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
116. oldal - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
28. oldal - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep...
191. oldal - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
156. oldal - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
218. oldal - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
186. oldal - Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
150. oldal - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
149. oldal - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
213. oldal - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.