Poetical Works, Volumen 2Little, Brown, 1866 |
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... hath inflicted three poems , epic and other- wise , on the public — inveigheth against William Wordsworth , but laudeth Mister Coleridge and his elegy on a young ass- -is disposed to vituperate Mr. Lewis - and greatly rebuketh Thom- as ...
... hath inflicted three poems , epic and other- wise , on the public — inveigheth against William Wordsworth , but laudeth Mister Coleridge and his elegy on a young ass- -is disposed to vituperate Mr. Lewis - and greatly rebuketh Thom- as ...
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... even were it unjust , which it is not- for verily he is an ass . " Byron , 1816 . Mr. Maurice hath manufactured the component parts of a Smooth , solid monuments of mental pain ! The petrifactions SCOTCH REVIEWERS . 31.
... even were it unjust , which it is not- for verily he is an ass . " Byron , 1816 . Mr. Maurice hath manufactured the component parts of a Smooth , solid monuments of mental pain ! The petrifactions SCOTCH REVIEWERS . 31.
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... hath taught him is to find a flaw Since well instructed in the patriot school To rail at party , though a party tool , ; Who knows , if chance his patrons should restore Back to the sway they forfeited before , * [ In a MS . critique on ...
... hath taught him is to find a flaw Since well instructed in the patriot school To rail at party , though a party tool , ; Who knows , if chance his patrons should restore Back to the sway they forfeited before , * [ In a MS . critique on ...
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... hath marked the spurious brood , The race who rhyme from folly , or for food , Yet still some genuine sons ' t is hers to boast , Who , least affecting , still affect the most : we except Pope's " Essay on Man : " but so many poetasters ...
... hath marked the spurious brood , The race who rhyme from folly , or for food , Yet still some genuine sons ' t is hers to boast , Who , least affecting , still affect the most : we except Pope's " Essay on Man : " but so many poetasters ...
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... hath blown its noblest blast , Though long the sound , the echo sleeps at last ; And glory , like the phoenix * ' midst her fires , Exhales her odors , blazes , and expires . * [ " The devil take that phoenix ! How came it there ...
... hath blown its noblest blast , Though long the sound , the echo sleeps at last ; And glory , like the phoenix * ' midst her fires , Exhales her odors , blazes , and expires . * [ " The devil take that phoenix ! How came it there ...
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Página 200 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Página 205 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 206 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again : Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee — Though it smile upon the blow, Even its...
Página 240 - As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...
Página 184 - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Página 127 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 22 - Poetic souls delight in prose insane; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of an idiot boy...
Página 21 - Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Página 199 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 177 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.