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His " Extreme Passion" must have been the genuine outpouring of unmitigated
wretchedness: — Where all day long in helpless cares, All hopeless of relief, I
wish for night, I might not see The objects of my grief. And when night comes,
woes ...
His " Extreme Passion" must have been the genuine outpouring of unmitigated
wretchedness: — Where all day long in helpless cares, All hopeless of relief, I
wish for night, I might not see The objects of my grief. And when night comes,
woes ...
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These black clouds will overblow, Sunshine shall have his returning, And my
grief-dull'd heart, I know, Into joy shall change his mourning. " Grief-dulled" is a
very picturesque epithet. The same graceful facility and religious fervour animate
the ...
These black clouds will overblow, Sunshine shall have his returning, And my
grief-dull'd heart, I know, Into joy shall change his mourning. " Grief-dulled" is a
very picturesque epithet. The same graceful facility and religious fervour animate
the ...
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Famine, and bloodless Care, and bloody War, Want, and the want of knowledge
how to use Abundance, Age, and Fear that runs afar Before his fellow Grief, that
aye pursues His winged steps; for who would not refuse Grief's company, ...
Famine, and bloodless Care, and bloody War, Want, and the want of knowledge
how to use Abundance, Age, and Fear that runs afar Before his fellow Grief, that
aye pursues His winged steps; for who would not refuse Grief's company, ...
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The still grief of the humble and affectionate mourner is described with some
quaintness : — But long he stood in his faint arms upholding The fairest spoil
heaven ever forfeited, With such a silent passion grief unfolding, That had the
sheet but ...
The still grief of the humble and affectionate mourner is described with some
quaintness : — But long he stood in his faint arms upholding The fairest spoil
heaven ever forfeited, With such a silent passion grief unfolding, That had the
sheet but ...
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And that the hand that caused, can cure my grief. The fine fable of the Gorgon's
head has never been more grandly applied than in these verses. Advance the
shield of Patience to thy head, And when Grief strikes, 'twill strike the striker dead.
And that the hand that caused, can cure my grief. The fine fable of the Gorgon's
head has never been more grandly applied than in these verses. Advance the
shield of Patience to thy head, And when Grief strikes, 'twill strike the striker dead.
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Página 106 - By a daisy whose leaves spread Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me, Than all Nature's beauties can, In some other wiser man.
Página 104 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Página 2 - Immediately a place Before his eyes appeared, sad, noisome, dark; A lazar-house it seemed, wherein were laid Numbers of all diseased, all maladies Of ghastly spasm, or racking torture, qualms Of heart-sick agony; all feverous kinds, Convulsions, epilepsies, fierce catarrhs, Intestine stone and ulcer, colic pangs, Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy, And moon-struck madness, pining atrophy, Marasmus, and wide-wasting pestilence, Dropsies, and asthmas, and joint-racking rheums.
Página 204 - Cause my speech is now decayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When, God knows, I'm tossed about Either with despair, or doubt, Yet before the glass be out, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the Tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
Página 245 - However, I need not their help to reprove the vanity of those many love-poems, that are daily writ, and consecrated to Venus ; nor to bewail that so few are writ, that look towards God and Heaven. For my own part, my meaning — dear Mother — is, in these Sonnets, to declare my resolution to be, that my poor abilities in Poetry, shall be all and ever consecrated to God's glory: and I beg you to receive this as one testimony.
Página 288 - LIFE. I MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Página 263 - THE merry world did on a day With his train-bands and mates agree To meet together, where I lay, And all in sport to jeer at me. First, Beauty crept into a rose ; Which when I pluckt not, Sir, said she, Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those ? But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. Then Money came, and chinking still, What tune is this, poor man ? said he : I heard in Music you had skill: But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.
Página 273 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and...
Página 106 - Some things that may sweeten gladness, In the very gall of sadness. The dull loneness, the black shade, That these hanging vaults have made, The strange music of the waves, Beating on these hollow caves, This black den which rocks emboss Overgrown with eldest moss : The rude portals that give light More to Terror than Delight : This my chamber of Neglect, Wall'd about with Disrespect ; From all these and this dull air, A fit object for despair, She hath taught me by her might To draw comfort and...
Página 80 - The garden like a lady fair was cut, That lay as if she slumbered in delight, And to the open skies her eyes did shut. The azure fields of Heaven were 'sembled right In a large round set with the flowers of light. The flowers de luce and the round sparks of dew That hung upon their azure leaves did shew Like twinkling stars that sparkle in the evening blue.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Lives of the English Sacred Poets, Volumen 1 Lives of the English Sacred Poets, Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge (Great Britain). General Literature Committee |
| Autor | Robert Aris Willmott |
| Colaborador | Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge (Great Britain). General Literature Committee |
| Edición | 2 |
| Editor | J.W. Parker, 1839 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 20 Mar 2008 |
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