The Annual Anthology, Volum 1Robert Southey T.N. Longman and O. Rees., 1799 - 300 sider |
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Side 12
... soon the Bishop recover'd his glee , For the Emperor welcomed him royally ; And now the tables were spread , and there Were choicest wines and dainty fare . And now the Bishop had blest the meat , When a voice was heard as he sat in his ...
... soon the Bishop recover'd his glee , For the Emperor welcomed him royally ; And now the tables were spread , and there Were choicest wines and dainty fare . And now the Bishop had blest the meat , When a voice was heard as he sat in his ...
Side 38
... soon will rove , Still shall I here behold the friend I love ; Still see that smile " endearing , artless , kind , " The eye's mild beam that speaks the candid mind , Which , sportive oft , yet fearful to offend , By humour charms , but ...
... soon will rove , Still shall I here behold the friend I love ; Still see that smile " endearing , artless , kind , " The eye's mild beam that speaks the candid mind , Which , sportive oft , yet fearful to offend , By humour charms , but ...
Side 46
... Soon shall stretch in order trim , O'er the dark brown of his cheek . Low the obdurate curl is laid , By our irons straightened down ; Dress demands the finish'd head , Soon the fore - top shall be done . Long shall Christ - Church ...
... Soon shall stretch in order trim , O'er the dark brown of his cheek . Low the obdurate curl is laid , By our irons straightened down ; Dress demands the finish'd head , Soon the fore - top shall be done . Long shall Christ - Church ...
Side 49
... if extensive learning , a sound judgment , a modest demeanor , and unblemished morals , have a claim to respectful remembrance , Wil- liam Taylor will not be soon forgotten by him . D IV . Hark ! I hear the death - bell 49.
... if extensive learning , a sound judgment , a modest demeanor , and unblemished morals , have a claim to respectful remembrance , Wil- liam Taylor will not be soon forgotten by him . D IV . Hark ! I hear the death - bell 49.
Side 62
... them as they fly ? Soon shall that glorious orb of day In all his strength arise , And roll along his azure way , Thro ' clear and cloudless skies . Then shall we see across the vale The village spire 62 The Morning Mist.
... them as they fly ? Soon shall that glorious orb of day In all his strength arise , And roll along his azure way , Thro ' clear and cloudless skies . Then shall we see across the vale The village spire 62 The Morning Mist.
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AMELIA OPIE azure bade beauty Beelzebub behold BENEDICT Bishop Bruno blest bloody Judge bosom breast breath bright brow Canst Changeling CHARLES LLOYD chearful cheek child cloud cried Dæmon dark dead dear death Delia's delight dreams earth fair fame Fancy fear fire Freedom's gaze gentle glory glow grave GREGORY grey grey Alder HAMPSHIRE AVON hath hear heard heart Heaven Holly Tree hope hour JOSEPH COTTLE KARL Killcrop King Land's End light live look Mexitli morning musing never night o'er ocean OLD SARUM Ormuz Painter pleasure poor praise pride radiance rest Richard Penlake rise ROBERT SOUTHEY rocks round sigh silent skies smile song SONNET soon sorrow soul Spirit stood storm sweet swimming dance tempests thee thine thou art thou hast thought thro throne toils trembling Twas vale waves whilst wood young youth
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Side 16 - And should my youth, as youth is apt, I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities, I, day by day, Would wear away ; Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the holly tree.
Side 219 - Father William replied, I remember 'd that youth would fly fast, And abused not my health and my vigour at first. That I never might need them at last. You are old, Father William, the young man cried. And pleasures with youth pass away, And yet you lament not the days that are gone, Now, tell me the reason, I pray? In the days of my youth...
Side 222 - I'll venture my life, She has drank of the Well of St Keyne." " I have left a good woman who never was here...
Side 221 - A WELL there is in the west country, And a clearer one never was seen ; There is not a wife in the west country But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne. An oak and an elm tree stand beside, And behind doth an ash-tree grow, And a willow from the bank above Droops to the water below.
Side 223 - The happiest draught thou hast drank this day That ever thou didst in thy life. " Or has thy good woman, if one thou hast, Ever here in Cornwall been ? For an if she have, I'll venture my life She has drank of the Well of St Keyne.
Side 220 - You are old, father William," the young man cried, " And pleasures with youth pass away; And yet you lament not the days that are gone; Now tell me the reason, I pray.
Side 90 - They eat Their daily bread, and draw the breath of heaven Without or thought or thanks ; heaven's roof to them Is but a painted ceiling hung with lamps, No more, that lights them to their purposes. They wander "loose about," they nothing see, Themselves except, and creatures like themselves, Short-lived, short-sighted, impotent to save.
Side 219 - I remembered that youth would fly fast, And abused not my health and my vigor at first, That I never might need them at last." " You are old, Father William...
Side 16 - So, serious should my youth appear among The thoughtless throng, So would I seem, amid the young and gay More grave than they, That in my age as cheerful I might be As the green winter of the Holly Tree.
Side 45 - Sisters! weave the web of death: Sisters! cease; the work is done. Hail the task and hail the hands! Songs of joy and triumph sing! Joy to the victorious bands, Triumph to the younger King! Mortal! thou that hear'st the tale, Learn the tenor of our song; Scotland!