The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volum 29Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... Edward and his awe - struck chieftains , on the side of Snowden- when we regard his elegant taste , not only gather- ing classical flowers from the Arno and Ilissus , but revealing glimpses of barbaric grandeur amidst the darkness of ...
... Edward and his awe - struck chieftains , on the side of Snowden- when we regard his elegant taste , not only gather- ing classical flowers from the Arno and Ilissus , but revealing glimpses of barbaric grandeur amidst the darkness of ...
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... Edward the first , when he completed the conquest of that country , ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put to death . The original argument of this Ode , as its author had set it down on one of the pages of his common ...
... Edward the first , when he completed the conquest of that country , ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put to death . The original argument of this Ode , as its author had set it down on one of the pages of his common ...
Side 38
... Edward scatter'd wild dismay , As down the steep of Snowden's shaggy sidef He wound with toilsome march his long array . Stout Gloster stood aghast ‡ in speechless trance : To arms ! cried Mortimer , § and couch'd his qui . vering lance ...
... Edward scatter'd wild dismay , As down the steep of Snowden's shaggy sidef He wound with toilsome march his long array . Stout Gloster stood aghast ‡ in speechless trance : To arms ! cried Mortimer , § and couch'd his qui . vering lance ...
Side 40
... Edward the Second , cruelly butchered in Berkley - castle . Isabel of France , Edward the Second's adulterous Queen . Triumphs of Edward the Third in France . Death of that king , abandoned by his children , and even robbed in his last ...
... Edward the Second , cruelly butchered in Berkley - castle . Isabel of France , Edward the Second's adulterous Queen . Triumphs of Edward the Third in France . Death of that king , abandoned by his children , and even robbed in his last ...
Side 41
... Edward the Black Prince , dead some time before his father . + Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign . See Froissart and other contemporary writers . Richard the Second , as we are told by Archbishop Scroop and the confederate ...
... Edward the Black Prince , dead some time before his father . + Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign . See Froissart and other contemporary writers . Richard the Second , as we are told by Archbishop Scroop and the confederate ...
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Side 45 - 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!
Side 23 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Side 45 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village 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.
Side 45 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Side 16 - Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breathed around ; Every shade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.
Side 47 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Side 14 - 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 sufferings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th
Side 48 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Side 45 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Side 15 - And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse, and with them go The summer Friend, the flattering Foe ; By vain Prosperity received To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.