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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Side 41
... thro ' the kindred squadrons mow their way . * 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 ...
... thro ' the kindred squadrons mow their way . * 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 ...
Side 41
... thro ' the kindred squadrons mow their way . * Edward the Black Prince , dend 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 ...
... thro ' the kindred squadrons mow their way . * Edward the Black Prince , dend 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 ...
Side 67
... thro ' the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise . Can storied urn , or animated bust , Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust , Or Flattery ...
... thro ' the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise . Can storied urn , or animated bust , Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust , Or Flattery ...
Side 193
... thro ' the skie , In crowne of goulde , and robe of lillie whyte , Whyche farre abrode ynne gentle ayre doe flie , Meetynge from dystaunce the enjoyous syghte , Albeytte efte thou takest thie hie flyghte Hecket ynne a myste , and wyth ...
... thro ' the skie , In crowne of goulde , and robe of lillie whyte , Whyche farre abrode ynne gentle ayre doe flie , Meetynge from dystaunce the enjoyous syghte , Albeytte efte thou takest thie hie flyghte Hecket ynne a myste , and wyth ...
Side 208
... scal astounde the herers rede , Makeynge oure foemennes envyynge hartes to blede , Ybereynge thro the worlde oure rennomde name for aie . Bryghte Sonne han ynn hys roddie robes byn dyghte , 208 ELLA : A TRAGYCAL ENTERLUDE .
... scal astounde the herers rede , Makeynge oure foemennes envyynge hartes to blede , Ybereynge thro the worlde oure rennomde name for aie . Bryghte Sonne han ynn hys roddie robes byn dyghte , 208 ELLA : A TRAGYCAL ENTERLUDE .
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volum 29 Ezekiel Sanford Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1822 |
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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.