The Works of Thomas Love Peacock: Poetry. Miscellanies. Four ages of poetry. Horæ dramaticæ, no. 1-3 . Shelley. Shelley lettersR. Bentley and son, 1875 |
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... beneath the Cypress Shade " The Vigils of Fancy 1808 Remember me A Romance ... 1812 Genius of the Thames , second edition " " Stanzas written at Sea ... Inscription for a Mountain Dell 29 " " Necessity ... Youth and Age دو Phædra and ...
... beneath the Cypress Shade " The Vigils of Fancy 1808 Remember me A Romance ... 1812 Genius of the Thames , second edition " " Stanzas written at Sea ... Inscription for a Mountain Dell 29 " " Necessity ... Youth and Age دو Phædra and ...
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... beneath the sun , To Thee be glory giv'n . Grant us , oh Thou Who cloth'st the field ! This day our daily bread : As we to others mercy yield , On us Thy mercy shed . Permit not in temptation's road Our heedless steps to stray ; Free us ...
... beneath the sun , To Thee be glory giv'n . Grant us , oh Thou Who cloth'st the field ! This day our daily bread : As we to others mercy yield , On us Thy mercy shed . Permit not in temptation's road Our heedless steps to stray ; Free us ...
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... beneath the stranger's chains ? Rise , supreme in heav'nly pow'r , On our foes destruction show'r ; Bid thy fatal arrows fly , Till their armies sink and die ; Through their adverse legions spread Pale DISEASE , and with'ring DREAD ...
... beneath the stranger's chains ? Rise , supreme in heav'nly pow'r , On our foes destruction show'r ; Bid thy fatal arrows fly , Till their armies sink and die ; Through their adverse legions spread Pale DISEASE , and with'ring DREAD ...
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... Beneath our roof shall FRIENDSHIP's voice arise ; On ev'ry breast her sacred influence pour'd , Shall crown with gen'rous mirth our social board ; The chosen few , to TASTE and VIRTUE dear , Shall meet a welcome , simple , but sincere ...
... Beneath our roof shall FRIENDSHIP's voice arise ; On ev'ry breast her sacred influence pour'd , Shall crown with gen'rous mirth our social board ; The chosen few , to TASTE and VIRTUE dear , Shall meet a welcome , simple , but sincere ...
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... Beneath affection's specious name , The lovely prospect blighting . With many a wile Of blackest guile Did HENRY first deceive me : What winning words to 26 MARIA'S RETURN TO HER NATIVE COTTAGE . Maria's Return to her native Cottage.
... Beneath affection's specious name , The lovely prospect blighting . With many a wile Of blackest guile Did HENRY first deceive me : What winning words to 26 MARIA'S RETURN TO HER NATIVE COTTAGE . Maria's Return to her native Cottage.
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The Works of Thomas Love Peacock: Poetry. Miscellanies. Four ages of poetry ... Thomas Love Peacock Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1875 |
The Works of Thomas Love Peacock: Poetry. Miscellanies. Four ages of poetry ... Thomas Love Peacock Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1875 |
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Side 385 - The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.
Side 18 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls : and the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place, by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook, there, its lonely head : the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers.
Side 415 - Between his old feelings towards Harriet, from whom he was not then separated, and his new passion for Mary, he showed in his looks, in his gestures, in his speech, the state of a mind "suffering, like a little kingdom, the nature of an insurrection".
Side 15 - The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters: but God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a rolling thing before the whirlwind.
Side 333 - A poet in our times is a semi-barbarian in a civilized community. He lives in the days that are past. His ideas, thoughts, feelings, associations, are all with barbarous manners, obsolete customs, and exploded superstitions. The march of his intellect is like that of a crab, backward.
Side 9 - Modern Europe has produced several illustrious women who have sustained with glory the weight of empire ; nor is our own age destitute of such distinguished characters. But if we except the doubtful achievements of Semiramis, Zenobia is perhaps the only female whose superior genius broke through the servile indolence imposed on her sex by the climate and manners of Asia.
Side 460 - Eyes of some men travel far For the finding of a star; Up and down the heavens they go, Men that keep a mighty rout! I'm as great as they, I trow, Since the day I found thee out, Little Flower!
Side 267 - I am always repeating to myself your lines from Sophocles: Man's happiest lot is not to be: And when we tread life's thorny steep, Most blest are they, who earliest free Descend to death's eternal sleep.
Side 394 - I went to Shelley's rooms : he was absent ; but before I had collected our books he rushed in. He was terribly agitated. I anxiously inquired what had happened. ' I am expelled,' he said, as soon as he had recovered himself a little.