Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Volum 3Longman, Hurst, Rees and Orme, 1807 "These volumes are intended to accompany Mr. Ellis's ... Specimens of the early English poets. That series concludes with reign of Charles II, this begins with that of James his successor."-- Preface. |
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... hour , To shun the noisy paths of wealth and fame , And breathe our sorrows in this lonely bower . But why , alas ! to thee complain ! To thee - unconscious of my pain ! Soon shalt THOU cease to mourn thy lot severe , And hail the ...
... hour , To shun the noisy paths of wealth and fame , And breathe our sorrows in this lonely bower . But why , alas ! to thee complain ! To thee - unconscious of my pain ! Soon shalt THOU cease to mourn thy lot severe , And hail the ...
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... hour , " When Fate resigns her persecuting power , " With duteous zeal her hand shall close , " No more to weep - my sorrow streaming eyes , " When death gives misery repose , " And opes a glorious passage to the skies . " Vain thought ...
... hour , " When Fate resigns her persecuting power , " With duteous zeal her hand shall close , " No more to weep - my sorrow streaming eyes , " When death gives misery repose , " And opes a glorious passage to the skies . " Vain thought ...
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... hour , Drinks from your cup the draught of lawless power ! The magick potion boils within his veins , And locks each sense in adamantine chains ; Reason revolts , insatiate thirst ensues , The wild delirium each fresh draught renews ...
... hour , Drinks from your cup the draught of lawless power ! The magick potion boils within his veins , And locks each sense in adamantine chains ; Reason revolts , insatiate thirst ensues , The wild delirium each fresh draught renews ...
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... high the scorpion scourge o'er all , Except such slaves as bow their knee to Baal- Should Albion's fate decree the baneful hour- Short be the date of his detested power ! Soon may his sovereign break his iron rods , And GEORGE CANNING . 15.
... high the scorpion scourge o'er all , Except such slaves as bow their knee to Baal- Should Albion's fate decree the baneful hour- Short be the date of his detested power ! Soon may his sovereign break his iron rods , And GEORGE CANNING . 15.
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... hour draws near- -But what are hours to me ? Hours , days , and years hence undistinguished flee ! Time , and his glass unheeded pass away , Absorb'd , and lost in one vast flood of day ! On Freedom's wings my soul is borne on high ...
... hour draws near- -But what are hours to me ? Hours , days , and years hence undistinguished flee ! Time , and his glass unheeded pass away , Absorb'd , and lost in one vast flood of day ! On Freedom's wings my soul is borne on high ...
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Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Volum 3 Robert Southey Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1807 |
Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Volum 3 Robert Southey Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1807 |
Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Volum 3 Robert Southey Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1807 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bower Bramble brave breast breath bright charms cheek cries crown'd dear death delight ECLOGUE eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flow flowers fond glow glow'd grace grave grief groan grove hand haste hear heart Heaven hey derry honour hour JAMES BOSWELL JOSEPH WARTON labour Lady Craven light live Lord lover maid mind morn mournful Muse NATHANIEL COTTON Nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain pale passion peace pensive pleasure Poems poison'd praise pride rage RICHARD GLOVER rise ROBERT SOUTHEY round scene scorn shade shore sigh sight skies smile Soame Jenyns soft song SONNET sorrow soul strain stream sweet tears tender thee thine THOMAS BLACKLOCK thou thought thro toil trembling true lover's knot truth turn'd Twas virtue WILLIAM HAYWARD ROBERTS youth
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Side 81 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Side 479 - I would not trust my heart; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. — But no— what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Side 393 - In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Side 80 - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintain'd its man: For him light Labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more; His best companions, innocence and health, And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Side 479 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile) Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Side 477 - But gladly, as the precept were her own: And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss: Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it...
Side 476 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Side 78 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great : Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of humankind pass by...
Side 480 - But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast, The storms all...
Side 81 - But when those charms are past, for charms are frail, When time advances and when lovers fail, She then shines forth, solicitous to bless, In all the glaring impotence of dress...