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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... -that conscious pride will not suffer us to remain silent on the traits which characterise and distinguish the productions of our most gifted sons and daughters of song . But , to whom , when all are either great INTRODUCTORY VIEW.
... -that conscious pride will not suffer us to remain silent on the traits which characterise and distinguish the productions of our most gifted sons and daughters of song . But , to whom , when all are either great INTRODUCTORY VIEW.
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... silent round the keel , The tempests wild their fury tame , That made the deep's foundations reel ; The soft celestial accents steal So soothing through the realms of woe , The newly damned a respite feel From torture in the depths ...
... silent round the keel , The tempests wild their fury tame , That made the deep's foundations reel ; The soft celestial accents steal So soothing through the realms of woe , The newly damned a respite feel From torture in the depths ...
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... silent limits of its solitude ! If all unheard the bridal song awoke Our hearts ' full echoes , as it swell'd on high ; Alike unheard , the sullen dirge that broke On the glad strain with dread solemnity ! If the land's rose unheeded ...
... silent limits of its solitude ! If all unheard the bridal song awoke Our hearts ' full echoes , as it swell'd on high ; Alike unheard , the sullen dirge that broke On the glad strain with dread solemnity ! If the land's rose unheeded ...
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... silent noon , and eve , and early morn , The Sea's faint murmur . In the open air Our myrtles blossomed , and across the porch Thick jasmins twined : the little landscape round Was green and woody , and refreshed the eye . It was a spot ...
... silent noon , and eve , and early morn , The Sea's faint murmur . In the open air Our myrtles blossomed , and across the porch Thick jasmins twined : the little landscape round Was green and woody , and refreshed the eye . It was a spot ...
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... silent horror stills the vast profound ; Though day's bright orb beneath the wave retires , The sultry night still glows with sickly fires . He treads the deck , immersed in anxious cares , In climes remote forbodes the lapse of years ...
... silent horror stills the vast profound ; Though day's bright orb beneath the wave retires , The sultry night still glows with sickly fires . He treads the deck , immersed in anxious cares , In climes remote forbodes the lapse of years ...
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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.