The Cambridge University Magazine, Volum 1,Utgave 1W.P. Grant, 1840 |
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... hope : the sun of the morning is not yet eclipsed ; the sky of the present is not yet darkened with the clouds and shadows of the future . We live , chameleon - like , upon air ; and like the chameleon we change with the breath of every ...
... hope : the sun of the morning is not yet eclipsed ; the sky of the present is not yet darkened with the clouds and shadows of the future . We live , chameleon - like , upon air ; and like the chameleon we change with the breath of every ...
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... hope , " says Chatterton , " very soon , with the blessing of God , to be sent prisoner to the tower , which would make my fortune for ever . " But the poor boy soon found the patriotic side , though plentiful in promises , to be ...
... hope , " says Chatterton , " very soon , with the blessing of God , to be sent prisoner to the tower , which would make my fortune for ever . " But the poor boy soon found the patriotic side , though plentiful in promises , to be ...
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... hope in future worlds expect the joy- Or , if thy sons the airy phantoms slight , And dawning reason would direct them right , Some glittering trifle to their optics hold- Perchance they'll think the glaring spangle gold . " As a ...
... hope in future worlds expect the joy- Or , if thy sons the airy phantoms slight , And dawning reason would direct them right , Some glittering trifle to their optics hold- Perchance they'll think the glaring spangle gold . " As a ...
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... Hope ! holy sister , sweepynge thro ' the skie In crowne of gold and robe of lilie whyte , Whyche far abroad in gentle ayre doe flie , Meetynge from dystance the enjoyous syghte ; Albeytte , oft thou takest thie hie flyghte , Clothed in ...
... Hope ! holy sister , sweepynge thro ' the skie In crowne of gold and robe of lilie whyte , Whyche far abroad in gentle ayre doe flie , Meetynge from dystance the enjoyous syghte ; Albeytte , oft thou takest thie hie flyghte , Clothed in ...
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... Hope still seem to linger nigh , And hover o'er his head , Her pinions are too weak to fly , Or Hope ere now had fled . Rash minstrel ! who can hear thy songs , Nor long to share thy fire ? Who read thine errors and thy wrongs , Nor ...
... Hope still seem to linger nigh , And hover o'er his head , Her pinions are too weak to fly , Or Hope ere now had fled . Rash minstrel ! who can hear thy songs , Nor long to share thy fire ? Who read thine errors and thy wrongs , Nor ...
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Side 377 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Side 227 - ST. AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Side 377 - The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Side 503 - The ample proposition, that hope makes In all designs begun on earth below, Fails in the promis'd largeness : checks and disasters Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd ; As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap, Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain Tortive and errant6 from his course of growth. Nor, princes, is it matter new to us, That we come short of our suppose so far, That, after seven years...
Side 323 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Side 323 - I hear of poets' fury tell, But, God wot, wot not what they mean by it; And this I swear by blackest brook of hell, I am no pick-purse of another's wit. How falls it then, that with so smooth an ease My thoughts I speak; and what I speak doth flow In verse, and that my verse best wits doth please ? Guess we the cause ? What, is it this : Fie, no. Or so ? Much less.
Side 93 - Blind, old, and lonely, when his country's pride The priest, the slave, and the liberticide Trampled and mocked with many a loathed rite Of lust and blood; he went, unterrified, Into the gulf of death; but his clear Sprite Yet reigns o'er earth; the third among the sons of light.
Side 100 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
Side 100 - When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot.
Side 90 - MANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track ; Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...