The Poetical WorksJohn Sharpe, 1826 - 134 sider |
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Side 4
... Fate sat by and smiled ) , The slippery verge her feet beguiled , She tumbled headlong in . Eight times emerging from the flood , She mew'd to every watery God , Some speedy aid to send . No Dolphin came , no Nereid stirr'd : Nor cruel ...
... Fate sat by and smiled ) , The slippery verge her feet beguiled , She tumbled headlong in . Eight times emerging from the flood , She mew'd to every watery God , Some speedy aid to send . No Dolphin came , no Nereid stirr'd : Nor cruel ...
Side 7
... fate , And black Misfortune's baleful train ! Ah , show them where in ambush stand , To seize their prey the murderous band ! Ah , tell them they are men ! These shall the fury Passions tear , The vultures of the mind , Disdainful Anger ...
... fate , And black Misfortune's baleful train ! Ah , show them where in ambush stand , To seize their prey the murderous band ! Ah , tell them they are men ! These shall the fury Passions tear , The vultures of the mind , Disdainful Anger ...
Side 8
... fate , Since sorrow never comes too late , And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise . No more ; -where ignorance is bliss , ' Tis folly to be wise . TO ADVERSITY . Ζήνα Τὸν φρονεῖν βροτοὺς ὁδύο σαντα , ODES .
... fate , Since sorrow never comes too late , And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise . No more ; -where ignorance is bliss , ' Tis folly to be wise . TO ADVERSITY . Ζήνα Τὸν φρονεῖν βροτοὺς ὁδύο σαντα , ODES .
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... Fate ! The fond complaint , my song , disprove , And justify the laws of Jove . Say , has he given in vain the heavenly muse ? Night and all her sickly dews , Ver . 42. Man's feeble race what ills await ] To compensate the real and ...
... Fate ! The fond complaint , my song , disprove , And justify the laws of Jove . Say , has he given in vain the heavenly muse ? Night and all her sickly dews , Ver . 42. Man's feeble race what ills await ] To compensate the real and ...
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... fate , Beneath the Good how far - but far above the Great . are meant to express the stately march and sounding energy of Dryden's rhymes . Ver . 111. But ah ! ' tis heard no more ] We have had in our language no other odes of the ...
... fate , Beneath the Good how far - but far above the Great . are meant to express the stately march and sounding energy of Dryden's rhymes . Ver . 111. But ah ! ' tis heard no more ] We have had in our language no other odes of the ...
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Side 54 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Side 21 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, 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...
Side 19 - 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 14 - In climes beyond the solar road Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight gloom To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Side 73 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost And breathe, and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening Paradise.
Side 4 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize What female heart can gold despise?
Side 56 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear — He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd), a friend.
Side 23 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell thirst and famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Side 6 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty; 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 I Gay Hope is theirs, by Fancy fed; Less pleasing when possest ! The tear forgot as soon as shed!
Side 16 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy 1 This can unlock the gates of joy ! Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.