Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, Volum 8John Aikin Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1821 - 807 sider |
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... sweet hour of rest , I chase the moments with a serious song . Song soothes our pains ; and age has pains to soothe . When age , care , crime , and friends embrac'd at [ shade , heart , Torn from my bleeding breast , and death's dark ...
... sweet hour of rest , I chase the moments with a serious song . Song soothes our pains ; and age has pains to soothe . When age , care , crime , and friends embrac'd at [ shade , heart , Torn from my bleeding breast , and death's dark ...
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... sweet , the clement , mediatorial hour ! For guilt no plea ! to pain , no pause ! no bound ! Inexorable , all ! and all , extreme ! Nor man alone ; the foe of God and man , From his dark den , blaspheming , drags his chain , And rears ...
... sweet , the clement , mediatorial hour ! For guilt no plea ! to pain , no pause ! no bound ! Inexorable , all ! and all , extreme ! Nor man alone ; the foe of God and man , From his dark den , blaspheming , drags his chain , And rears ...
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... sweet hallelujahs in thy praise , Great source of good alone ! How kind in all ! In vengeance kind ! pain , death , gehenna , save . Thus , in thy world material , Mighty Mind ! Not that alone which solaces , and shines , The rough and ...
... sweet hallelujahs in thy praise , Great source of good alone ! How kind in all ! In vengeance kind ! pain , death , gehenna , save . Thus , in thy world material , Mighty Mind ! Not that alone which solaces , and shines , The rough and ...
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... sweet contemplation of these fires , And set his harp in concert with the spheres ; While of thy works material the supreme I dare attempt , assist my daring song : Loose me from Earth's enclosure , from the Sun's Contracted circle set ...
... sweet contemplation of these fires , And set his harp in concert with the spheres ; While of thy works material the supreme I dare attempt , assist my daring song : Loose me from Earth's enclosure , from the Sun's Contracted circle set ...
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... Sweet interchange of rays , receiv'd , return'd ; Enlightening , and enlighten'd ! All , at once Attracting , and attracted ! Patriot - like , None sins against the welfare of the whole ; But their reciprocal , unselfish aid , Affords ...
... Sweet interchange of rays , receiv'd , return'd ; Enlightening , and enlighten'd ! All , at once Attracting , and attracted ! Patriot - like , None sins against the welfare of the whole ; But their reciprocal , unselfish aid , Affords ...
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Ambition amid ANTISTROPHE art thou aweful beauty behold beneath blest bliss blissful band bloom boast bosom breast breath bright celestial charms dare dark death delight divine dread Earth ECLOGUE Eirin eternal ETON COLLEGE fair fame Fancy fate flame folly fond fool glory gods grace hand happy hast heart Heaven honours human immortal labour lord Lorenzo lyre maid mankind Margaret of Anjou mighty mind mortal Muse Muse's Naiads Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers nymphs o'er Odin pain passion Pindar pleasure pomp praise pride proud reign rills rise sacred Satire scene scorn shade shame shine skies smile smiling band song soul stars strains stream sublime sweet tears tender terrour thee thine things thought throne TOBIAS SMOLLETT toil tongue triumph truth vale verse Vex'd virtue voice whence wing wisdom wise wonder youth
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Side 282 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Side 279 - Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Side 264 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 265 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Side 229 - His tuneful breast enjoys. For him the spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him.
Side 280 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo ! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his suffrings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th
Side 262 - Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Side 283 - Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a 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.
Side 271 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Side 261 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and...