Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, Volumen 7John Aikin Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1821 - 807 páginas |
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... round , a hideous form , Howling amidst the midnight storm , Or throws him on the ridgy steep Of some loose hanging rock to sleep : And with him thousand phantoms join'd , Who prompt to deeds accurs'd the mind : And those , the fiends ...
... round , a hideous form , Howling amidst the midnight storm , Or throws him on the ridgy steep Of some loose hanging rock to sleep : And with him thousand phantoms join'd , Who prompt to deeds accurs'd the mind : And those , the fiends ...
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... round Proclaim her reign restor❜d : Till William seek the sad retreat , And , bleeding at her sacred feet , Present the sated sword . If , weak to soothe so soft an heart , These pictur'd glories nought impart , To dry thy constant ...
... round Proclaim her reign restor❜d : Till William seek the sad retreat , And , bleeding at her sacred feet , Present the sated sword . If , weak to soothe so soft an heart , These pictur'd glories nought impart , To dry thy constant ...
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... round revealing , It leap'd in glory forth , and dealt her prompted wound ! O goddess , in that feeling hour , When most its sounds would court thy ears , Let not my shell's misguided power E'er draw thy sad , thy mindful tears . No ...
... round revealing , It leap'd in glory forth , and dealt her prompted wound ! O goddess , in that feeling hour , When most its sounds would court thy ears , Let not my shell's misguided power E'er draw thy sad , thy mindful tears . No ...
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... round They snatch'd her instruments of sound , And , as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art , Each , for madness rul'd the hour , Would prove his own expressive power . First Fear his hand , its skill to try ...
... round They snatch'd her instruments of sound , And , as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art , Each , for madness rul'd the hour , Would prove his own expressive power . First Fear his hand , its skill to try ...
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... Round an holy calm diffusing , Love of peace , and lonely musing , In hollow murmurs died away . But , O , how alter'd was its sprightlier tone ! When Cheerfulness , a nymph of healthiest hue , Her bow across her shoulder flung , Her ...
... Round an holy calm diffusing , Love of peace , and lonely musing , In hollow murmurs died away . But , O , how alter'd was its sprightlier tone ! When Cheerfulness , a nymph of healthiest hue , Her bow across her shoulder flung , Her ...
Términos y frases comunes
ambition AMBROSE PHILIPS angels ANTISTROPHE art thou Behold beneath bids blest bliss blood divine bosom breast call'd CHARLES CHURCHILL charms dark death Deity delight divine Dost dread dust e'en Earth EDWARD YOUNG eternal fair Falstaff fame fate fear flame foes folly fond fool give glorious glory grave grief Grongar Hill guilt happiness heart Heaven hope horrour hour human infidels life's light live Lorenzo man's mankind mortal mourn Muse Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er night nought numbers nymph o'er once pain passion peace pleasure praise pride proud reason rise round ruin sacred scene sense shade shines sigh skies smile soft song soul immortal stings storm sweet tempest terrour thee theme thine thou thought throne thy disease tomb tremble triumph truth vale virtue virtue's wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE Winchester College wing wisdom wise wretched
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Página 30 - Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove ; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where...
Página 166 - And that through every stage: when young, indeed, In full content we, sometimes, nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves ; and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool: Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve ; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Página 18 - O'erhang his wavy bed, Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn...
Página 158 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptur'd, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Página 153 - Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Página 26 - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell...
Página 165 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Página 19 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Página 47 - Below me trees unnumbered rise, Beautiful in various dyes: The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir, that taper grows, The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs; And beyond the purple grove, Haunt of Phillis, queen of love! Gaudy as the opening dawn, Lies a long and level lawn On which a dark hill, steep and high, Holds and charms the wandering eye!
Página 26 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...