Poems, by Somerville, Pattison, Savage, Broome, and Swift, Utgaver 80-81 |
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... the vital ocean round , on nature write with every beam his praise , The thunder rolls : be hush'd the prostrate world ; while cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn . Bleat out afresh , ye hills : ye mossy rocks , retain the sound ...
... the vital ocean round , on nature write with every beam his praise , The thunder rolls : be hush'd the prostrate world ; while cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn . Bleat out afresh , ye hills : ye mossy rocks , retain the sound ...
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Poems, by Somerville, Pattison, Savage, Broome, and Swift, Utgaver 80-81 William Somervile Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1811 |
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amid appears beauty beneath better breast breath bright cause charms Dean dear death deep delight earth eyes face fair fall fame fancy fate fear feel fire flame fortune gave give grace hand happy head hear heart heaven honour hope human it's kind lady late laws leave light live look Lord lost mind mother move muse nature never night o'er once pain passion peace pleasure poor pride rage rise round scene sense shade sigh sing sleep smile soft song soon soul Spring Stella strain stream sweet Swift tears tender thee things thou thought thousand true truth turn vain virtue wild winds wing wish woes woods youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 61 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Side 61 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Side 18 - Up springs the lark, Shrill-voiced, and loud, the messenger of morn; Ere yet the shadows fly, he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations.
Side 71 - See here thy pictured life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
Side 59 - Father of light and life, thou Good Supreme ! O teach me what is good ; teach me Thyself! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit; and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure; Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss...
Side 31 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Side 12 - E'er plough'd for him. They too are temper'd high, With hunger stung and wild necessity, Nor lodges pity in their shaggy breast. But Man, whom Nature form'd of milder clay, With every kind emotion in his heart, And taught alone to weep ; while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies, herbs, And fruits, as...
Side 60 - Smoothed up with snow; and, what is land unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
Side 42 - Cadenus many things had writ ; Vanessa much esteem'd his wit, And call'd for his Poetic Works ; Meantime the boy in secret lurks. And, while the book was in her hand, The urchin from his private stand Took aim, and shot with all his strength A dart of such prodigious length, It pierc'd the feeble volume through, And deep transtixM her bosom too.
Side 51 - But what success Vanessa met Is to the world a secret yet. Whether the nymph, to please her swain, Talks in a high romantic strain; Or whether he at last descends To act with less seraphic ends; Or, to compound the business, whether They temper love and books together; Must never to mankind be told, Nor shall the conscious Muse unfold.
Bibliografisk informasjon
| Tittel | Poems, by Somerville, Pattison, Savage, Broome, and Swift, Utgaver 80-81 Volum 80 av Lit. misc Poems, by Somerville, Pattison, Savage, Broome, and Swift, William Somervile |
| Forfatter | William Somervile |
| distribuert | 1811 |
| Original fra | Oxford University |
| Digitalisert | 8. des 2006 |
| Eksporter sitat | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |