The BardIll. (wood engravings), 12 plates, 1837 - 28 sider |
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... lines in Night and all her sickly dews , " he ully , " To compensate the real and the Muse was given us by the same the cheerful presence of the day to terrors of the night . " There are vations upon " Dryden's Ode on St. also on Pope's ...
... lines in Night and all her sickly dews , " he ully , " To compensate the real and the Muse was given us by the same the cheerful presence of the day to terrors of the night . " There are vations upon " Dryden's Ode on St. also on Pope's ...
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... lines to which it is attached , as to forbid any attempt at original illustration . Of a poem which still maintains its place " on every table and in every mouth ' any observations would be superfluous . The greatest of English critics ...
... lines to which it is attached , as to forbid any attempt at original illustration . Of a poem which still maintains its place " on every table and in every mouth ' any observations would be superfluous . The greatest of English critics ...
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... grisly band , I see them sit , they linger yet ! Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join , And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line . 3 . THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR , LENOX III .
... grisly band , I see them sit , they linger yet ! Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join , And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line . 3 . THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR , LENOX III .
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... line ; Her lion - port , her awe - commanding face , Attempered sweet to virgin - grace . What strings symphonious tremble in the air ! What strains of vocal transport round her play ! Hear from the grave , great Taliessin , hear ; They ...
... line ; Her lion - port , her awe - commanding face , Attempered sweet to virgin - grace . What strings symphonious tremble in the air ! What strains of vocal transport round her play ! Hear from the grave , great Taliessin , hear ; They ...
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Thomas Gray. MaHalfic 10 . Her eye proclaims her of the Briton - line . NEW YORK BLIC LIBRARY YA LENOX AND NOUNDATIONS , HE. In the midst a form divine ! Pale Grief , and pleasing Pain .
Thomas Gray. MaHalfic 10 . Her eye proclaims her of the Briton - line . NEW YORK BLIC LIBRARY YA LENOX AND NOUNDATIONS , HE. In the midst a form divine ! Pale Grief , and pleasing Pain .
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afford A tear affright The shrieks awake BARD Berkeley's roof BRITISH BIRDS BRITISH FISHES BRITISH QUADRUPEDS Briton-line buskined measures move Cambria's consort's faith couch he lies dreary Arvon's shore edition Edward endless night expects his evening-prey F.R.S. PROFESSOR funeral couch Gray Gray's Elegy heart we consecrate HISTORY OF BRITISH illustrated imperial 8vo JOHN VAN VOORST KING'S COLLEGE LENOX AND TILDEN LIBRA limited number measures move Pale meek usurper's holy mighty Lord Mighty Victor mountain's height Deep move Pale Grief Natural History Owen Jones PATERNOSTER ROW Pindar poem post 8vo price 4l printed in royal PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR realm In gallant REPTILES Revere his consort's royal 8vo sable warrior fled Severn shall re-echo side He wound Sir Joshua Reynolds Snowdon's shaggy side species stanzas steep of Snowdon's THOMAS BELL THOMPSON thy noon-tide beam TILDEN FOUNDATION 66 Tragic Muse usurper's holy head vignettes volume WILLIAM YARRELL YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY ZOOLOGY IN KING'S
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Side 3 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Side 8 - Girt with many a baron bold, Sublime their starry fronts they rear; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty appear.
Side 9 - And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest. In buskined measures move Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast. A voice, as of the cherub-choir, Gales from blooming Eden bear ; And distant warblings lessen on my ear, That lost in long futurity expire.
Side 6 - Edward, lo! to sudden fate (Weave we the woof; The thread is spun;) Half of thy heart we consecrate. (The web is wove; The work is done.) — Stay, oh stay!