Beauties of the Modern Poets: In Selections from the Works of Byron, Moore, Scott [and Others] : with Many Fugitive Pieces of Distinguished MeritWightman and Cramp, 1826 - 392 páginas |
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... live hereafter - who will speak to future ages in that voice , and in that language which shall be heard and understood by the mind of man till Time shall be no more- -that conscious pride will not suffer us to remain silent on the ...
... live hereafter - who will speak to future ages in that voice , and in that language which shall be heard and understood by the mind of man till Time shall be no more- -that conscious pride will not suffer us to remain silent on the ...
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... live in marble , thy errors be written upon sand ! The next place in our shining hemisphere must be awarded to Him , who perhaps ( if he did justice to him- self ) ought to stand first - to HIM , who drinks at the living spring , the ...
... live in marble , thy errors be written upon sand ! The next place in our shining hemisphere must be awarded to Him , who perhaps ( if he did justice to him- self ) ought to stand first - to HIM , who drinks at the living spring , the ...
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... live Your little day ; and when ye die , Sweet flowers ! the grateful muse shall give A verse ; the sorrowing maid , a sigh . While I , alas ! no distant date , Mix with the dust from whence I came , Without a friend to weep my fate ...
... live Your little day ; and when ye die , Sweet flowers ! the grateful muse shall give A verse ; the sorrowing maid , a sigh . While I , alas ! no distant date , Mix with the dust from whence I came , Without a friend to weep my fate ...
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... live : Griev'd , but not contrite was his heart ; oppress'd , Not broken ; not converted , but distress'd : Proud ... lives , From c 2 MORAL AND PATHETIC PIECES . 27.
... live : Griev'd , but not contrite was his heart ; oppress'd , Not broken ; not converted , but distress'd : Proud ... lives , From c 2 MORAL AND PATHETIC PIECES . 27.
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... lives , From the false joy its inspiration gives ; And from associates pleas'd to find a friend , With powers to lead them , gładden and defend , In all those scenes where transient ease is found , For minds whom sins oppress , and ...
... lives , From the false joy its inspiration gives ; And from associates pleas'd to find a friend , With powers to lead them , gładden and defend , In all those scenes where transient ease is found , For minds whom sins oppress , and ...
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Beauties of the Modern Poets: In Selections from the Works of Byron, Moore ... William Wordsworth,David Carey Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
admiring bands amid Argentine barbed horse Barry Cornwall beam beauty beneath billows blaze blood blue bosom bower brave breast breath bright brow charm cheek child clouds cold dark dear death death or freedom deep delight dread dream earth Edward Bruce fair fairy fear feel fierce fire fled flowers gaze gentle glide gloom glory glow grave guardian band hast hath heard heart heaven hope hour Inchcape Rock Joanna Baillie lady light lips lone look look'd Lord Lord Byron lost for love maid moon morning ne'er night o'er ocean pale pride R. B. SHERIDAN rapture rest rock rose round Sappho seem'd shade shone shore sigh silent sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit star stood storm sweet tears thee thine thou thought toy'd trembling Twas voice wave weep wild wind wings youth
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Página 250 - The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain, Slaves by their own compulsion ! In mad game They burst their manacles and wear the name Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain ! O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour ; But thou nor swell's!
Página 125 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Página 26 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Página 208 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Página 312 - Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Página 97 - Her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp ; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent heart — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody...
Página 169 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Página 178 - And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.
Página 124 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Página 127 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.