The Works of Thomas Love Peacock: Including His Novels, Poems, Fugitive Pieces, Criticisms, Etc, Volum 3R. Bentley and son, 1875 |
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Side 18
... HOPE , that pictures on the clouds Celestial visions , false , but fair ; All rule by turns : To - day he burns With ev'ry pang of keen distress ; To - morrow's sky Bids sorrow fly With dreams of promis'd happiness . XX . From the ...
... HOPE , that pictures on the clouds Celestial visions , false , but fair ; All rule by turns : To - day he burns With ev'ry pang of keen distress ; To - morrow's sky Bids sorrow fly With dreams of promis'd happiness . XX . From the ...
Side 21
... hope away ? Thy rapid hours in darkness flow , But well those rapid hours employ , And they shall lead from realms of woe To realms of everlasting joy . For though thy FATHER and thy GOD Wave o'er thy head His chast'ning rod ...
... hope away ? Thy rapid hours in darkness flow , But well those rapid hours employ , And they shall lead from realms of woe To realms of everlasting joy . For though thy FATHER and thy GOD Wave o'er thy head His chast'ning rod ...
Side 23
... HOPE her genial influence blend , Faithless , but kind ; a flatt'rer , but a friend . But most to cheer the lover's lonely hours , Creative FANCY wakes her magic pow'rs ; Most strongly pours , by ardent love refin'd , Her brightest ...
... HOPE her genial influence blend , Faithless , but kind ; a flatt'rer , but a friend . But most to cheer the lover's lonely hours , Creative FANCY wakes her magic pow'rs ; Most strongly pours , by ardent love refin'd , Her brightest ...
Side 26
... hope shall rise , To meet in higher bliss , in better skies , In those bright mansions of the just above , Where all is RAPTURE , INNOCENCE , and LOVE . MARIA'S RETURN TO HER NATIVE COTTAGE . [ First published in 1806. ] Si perda la ...
... hope shall rise , To meet in higher bliss , in better skies , In those bright mansions of the just above , Where all is RAPTURE , INNOCENCE , and LOVE . MARIA'S RETURN TO HER NATIVE COTTAGE . [ First published in 1806. ] Si perda la ...
Side 28
... hope to see The rising light to - morrow ! An outcast hurl'd From all the world , Whom none would love or cherish , What now remains to end my woes , But here , amid the deep'ning snows , To lay me down and perish ? Death's icy dart ...
... hope to see The rising light to - morrow ! An outcast hurl'd From all the world , Whom none would love or cherish , What now remains to end my woes , But here , amid the deep'ning snows , To lay me down and perish ? Death's icy dart ...
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ancient Anthemion bard beauty beneath breath breeze bright called charms child Chorus Clementia Clymene comedy Cratinus Crivello dæmons dark daughter dear deep dwelling earth Euripides eyes Fabio Fabrizio fair fancy fate father fear feel fire Flaminio flowers fragments Fraser's Magazine Fruella Gherardo Gisborne gold grove Harriet hear heart heaven Hogg Isabella king lady Lelia light living Livorno lonely Lord Lord Byron lyre magic maid Mand Margery Daw master Merops merrymen Messer Piero mind morning Muses ne'er never night numbers o'er paper money Pasquella Peneus Percy Bysshe Shelley Phaethon poem poet poetry promise Proteus Querolus roar rolled round sacred Sard scene shade Shelley Shelley's shore smile song Sophocles spirit Stragualcia stream sweet sylvan tell Thames thee thou thought vale Virginio voice waves wild wind wine youth
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Side 379 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Side 15 - The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters: but God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a rolling thing before the whirlwind.
Side 269 - Twelve Night, or What You Will. Much like the Comedy of Errors, or Menechmi in Plautus; but most like and neere to that in Italian called Inganni.
Side 409 - Between his old feelings towards Harriet, from whom he was not then separated, and his new passion for Mary, he showed in his looks, in his gestures, in his speech, the state of a mind "suffering, like a little kingdom, the nature of an insurrection".
Side 11 - Her teeth were of a pearly whiteness, and her large black eyes sparkled with uncommon fire, tempered by the most attractive sweetness. Her voice was strong and harmonious. Her manly understanding was strengthened and adorned by study. She was not ignorant of the Latin tongue, but possessed in equal perfection the Greek, the Syriac, and the Egyptian languages. She had drawn up for her own use an epitome of oriental history, and familiarly compared the beauties of Homer and Plato under the tuition...
Side 378 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring; Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing; A voice, a mystery...
Side 428 - Come in, Shelley, it's only our friend Tre just arrived.' Swiftly gliding in, blushing like a girl, a tall thin stripling held out both his hands ; and although I could hardly believe as I looked at his flushed, feminine, and artless face that it could be the Poet, I returned his warm pressure. After the ordinary greetings and courtesies he sat down and listened. I was silent from astonishment: was it possible this mild-looking, beardless boy, could be the veritable monster at war with all the world...
Side 401 - Brown's four novels, Schiller's Robbers, and Goethe's Faust were, of all the works with which he was familiar, those which took the deepest root in his mind, and had the strongest influence in the formation of his character.
Side 388 - I went to Shelley's rooms : he was absent ; but before I had collected our books he rushed in. He was terribly agitated. I anxiously inquired what had happened. ' I am expelled,' he said, as soon as he had recovered himself a little.
Side 462 - Among the modern things which have reached me is a volume of poems by Keats : in other respects insignificant enough, but containing the fragment of a poem called Hyperion. I dare say you have not time to read it ; but it is certainly an astonishing piece of writing, and gives me a conception of Keats which I confess I had not before.