Woodcuts and VersesPrinted at the private Press of Lee Priory; by John Warwick., 1820 - 116 sider |
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... youth been pleaded for deficiencies or redundancies , for the existence of which youth may be an excuse , and yet be none for their exposure . " With great deference to such autho- rity , I cannot but consider this inference quite wrong ...
... youth been pleaded for deficiencies or redundancies , for the existence of which youth may be an excuse , and yet be none for their exposure . " With great deference to such autho- rity , I cannot but consider this inference quite wrong ...
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Edward Quillinan. second , and when the plea of youth is received in exte- nuation of the one , on what possible ground can it be rejected in palliation of the other ? In our courts of justice the misconduct of the young is in general ...
Edward Quillinan. second , and when the plea of youth is received in exte- nuation of the one , on what possible ground can it be rejected in palliation of the other ? In our courts of justice the misconduct of the young is in general ...
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... youth's eternal morn , Divine Enthusiast , Hail ! Hail to thy proud undaunted guise , Thy plumed crest , and ardent eyes , And rich etherial mail . ' Tis thine the Dragon's wings to mount , And soar to Light's remotest fount , Beyond ...
... youth's eternal morn , Divine Enthusiast , Hail ! Hail to thy proud undaunted guise , Thy plumed crest , and ardent eyes , And rich etherial mail . ' Tis thine the Dragon's wings to mount , And soar to Light's remotest fount , Beyond ...
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... Youth's dead Expectations , the sad Heart ; And calls up every woe that thou hast borne ; And murmurs till the bosom is o'erworn And the plumed spirit of ambition droops . Thus to regrets life's vernal projects turn ; Pain's poisonous ...
... Youth's dead Expectations , the sad Heart ; And calls up every woe that thou hast borne ; And murmurs till the bosom is o'erworn And the plumed spirit of ambition droops . Thus to regrets life's vernal projects turn ; Pain's poisonous ...
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... Youth withdrew to the forest to weep , When chance led his feet to a shady green corner Where the Vine - God lay , fann'd by the Zephyr , asleep . As a charm for his sadness ( we know by examples Of all climes and ages that Poets are ...
... Youth withdrew to the forest to weep , When chance led his feet to a shady green corner Where the Vine - God lay , fann'd by the Zephyr , asleep . As a charm for his sadness ( we know by examples Of all climes and ages that Poets are ...
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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...