Woodcuts and VersesPrinted at the private Press of Lee Priory; by John Warwick., 1820 - 116 sider |
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... young . I can already see how much I might have improved my chance of future reputation ( for I once thought I had a chance ) , by laying aside those works till time should open my eyes to their faults , and enable me to correct them ...
... young . I can already see how much I might have improved my chance of future reputation ( for I once thought I had a chance ) , by laying aside those works till time should open my eyes to their faults , and enable me to correct them ...
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... young is in general visited with mitigated penalty ; and the spendthrift , if a minor , is not made responsible by law for his extravagancies . The offender , as he grows older , if his heart is not quite callous , becomes more and more ...
... young is in general visited with mitigated penalty ; and the spendthrift , if a minor , is not made responsible by law for his extravagancies . The offender , as he grows older , if his heart is not quite callous , becomes more and more ...
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... young author should not subject him to be dogged by the common bailiffs of criticism , or to have his faculties imprisoned , with Ridicule for their jailor . It may be said that none but those whose faults in composition are balanced by ...
... young author should not subject him to be dogged by the common bailiffs of criticism , or to have his faculties imprisoned , with Ridicule for their jailor . It may be said that none but those whose faults in composition are balanced by ...
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... young By History's Prince and Father first , * On whose charm'd ear at Samos burst The dictates of thy tongue --- Herodotus . And Him who , doom'd his throne to ' inherit , Wept , with a young enthusiast's spirit , When in the ' Olympic ...
... young By History's Prince and Father first , * On whose charm'd ear at Samos burst The dictates of thy tongue --- Herodotus . And Him who , doom'd his throne to ' inherit , Wept , with a young enthusiast's spirit , When in the ' Olympic ...
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Side 131 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Side 133 - Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects
Side 133 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Side 133 - When he had better far have stretched his limbs Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell, By sun or moon-light, to the influxes Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song And of his fame forgetful ! so his fame Should share in Nature's immortality, A venerable thing ! and so his song Should make all Nature lovelier, and itself Be loved like Nature...
Side 133 - A different lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices, always full of love And joyance ! 'Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes; As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Side 133 - Should share in Nature's immortality, A venerable thing! and so his song Should make all Nature lovelier, and itself Be loved like Nature! But 'twill not be...
Side 133 - Careering round, Joy wings his feet, Joy lifts him from the ground! Pointing to such, well might Cornelia say, When the rich casket shone in bright array,
Side 133 - And she hath watched Many a nightingale perch giddily On blossomy twig still swinging from the breeze, And to that motion tune his wanton song Like tipsy joy that reels with tossing head.
Side 133 - twill not be so; And youths and maidens most poetical, Who lose the deepening twilights of the spring In ball-rooms and hot theatres, they still Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs O'er Philomela's pity-pleading strains.
Side 41 - Culling flowers of rhyme. Fancy's children, ever heedless, Why thus bribe the hours ? Death to prove the trouble needless Withers all your flowers ; Why then bribe the hours ? Like the sand so fast retreating, Thus your hopes shall fall ; Life and fame are just as fleeting ; Poets, flowers, and all...