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... POETS . lity and philosophy with a beautiful simplicity of expression and numbers , pathetic imagery , and HE fifty - three natural description . Beattie portrayed the roman- years between tic hopes and aspirations of youthful genius in ...
... POETS . lity and philosophy with a beautiful simplicity of expression and numbers , pathetic imagery , and HE fifty - three natural description . Beattie portrayed the roman- years between tic hopes and aspirations of youthful genius in ...
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... poem . and the illegitimate child was born after their sepa- In Swansea he resided about a year ; but on revisit- ration . He was placed under the charge of a poor ing Bristol , he was arrested for a small debt , and woman , and brought ...
... poem . and the illegitimate child was born after their sepa- In Swansea he resided about a year ; but on revisit- ration . He was placed under the charge of a poor ing Bristol , he was arrested for a small debt , and woman , and brought ...
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... poem ) , he left a numerous family ; and his fourth son , a distinguished lawyer , rose to be Lord President of the Court of Session . ' The Grave ' is a complete and powerful poem , of limited design , but masterly execution . The sub ...
... poem ) , he left a numerous family ; and his fourth son , a distinguished lawyer , rose to be Lord President of the Court of Session . ' The Grave ' is a complete and powerful poem , of limited design , but masterly execution . The sub ...
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... poem , ' The Parting , ' which contains the following verse : - How fading are the joys we dote upon ; Like apparitions seen and gone ; But those who soonest take their flight , Are the most exquisite and strong , " Like angels ' visits ...
... poem , ' The Parting , ' which contains the following verse : - How fading are the joys we dote upon ; Like apparitions seen and gone ; But those who soonest take their flight , Are the most exquisite and strong , " Like angels ' visits ...
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... poem was family misfortune , coloured and exaggerated for poetical effect- Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shafts flew thrice , and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn . This ...
... poem was family misfortune , coloured and exaggerated for poetical effect- Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shafts flew thrice , and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn . This ...
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ancient appeared beauty beneath blank verse breast breath bright character charms clouds Colonsay dark dear death deep delight Dr Johnson earth England fair fame fancy father fear feel flowers genius grace grave green hand happy hast hear heard heart heaven hill honour hope Horace Walpole hour human king labour Lady light live look Lord Lord Byron lyre mind moral morning mountains mourn muse native nature never night o'er pain passion peace pleasure poem poet poetical poetry praise pride published racter rill Rodmond round scene Scotland seems shade sigh Sir Walter Scott sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stream style sublime sweet taste tears tender thee thou thought tion Tom Jones Twas uncle Toby vale verse virtue voice wandering wave wild wind young youth
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Página 410 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Página 32 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Página 398 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 327 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 56 - 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...
Página 340 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Página 219 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Página 406 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Página 327 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
Página 406 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, — Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath, — Now more than ever seems it rich to die ; To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.