The Select Poetical WorksPhillips & Sampson, 1848 - 406 páginas |
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... dwell , And soothe the sorrows of her last farewell ! Yet greets the triumph of my boyish mind , As infant laurels round my head were twined , When Probus ' praise repaid my lyric song , Or placed me higher in the studious throng ; Or ...
... dwell , And soothe the sorrows of her last farewell ! Yet greets the triumph of my boyish mind , As infant laurels round my head were twined , When Probus ' praise repaid my lyric song , Or placed me higher in the studious throng ; Or ...
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... dwell : With this fond dream methinks ' t were sweet to die- And here it lingered , here my heart might lie ; Here might I sleep where all my hopes arose , Scene of my youth , and couch of my repose ; For ever stretched beneath this ...
... dwell : With this fond dream methinks ' t were sweet to die- And here it lingered , here my heart might lie ; Here might I sleep where all my hopes arose , Scene of my youth , and couch of my repose ; For ever stretched beneath this ...
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... dwell , And hearts with early rapture swell ; If frowning Age , with cold control , Confines the current of the soul , Congeals the tear of Pity's eye , Or checks the sympathetic sigh , Or hears unmoved misfortune's groan , And bids me ...
... dwell , And hearts with early rapture swell ; If frowning Age , with cold control , Confines the current of the soul , Congeals the tear of Pity's eye , Or checks the sympathetic sigh , Or hears unmoved misfortune's groan , And bids me ...
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... dwell , And in thy skull discern a deeper hell . Who in soft guise , surrounded by a choir Of virgins melting , not to Vesta's fire , With sparkling eyes and cheeks by passion flushed , Strikes his wild lyre , while listening dames are ...
... dwell , And in thy skull discern a deeper hell . Who in soft guise , surrounded by a choir Of virgins melting , not to Vesta's fire , With sparkling eyes and cheeks by passion flushed , Strikes his wild lyre , while listening dames are ...
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... dwell , Stick to thy sonnets , man ! at least they sell . But if some new - born whim , or larger bribe , Prompt thy crude brain , and claim thee for a scribe ; If chance some bard , though once by dunces feared , Now , prone in dust ...
... dwell , Stick to thy sonnets , man ! at least they sell . But if some new - born whim , or larger bribe , Prompt thy crude brain , and claim thee for a scribe ; If chance some bard , though once by dunces feared , Now , prone in dust ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou bard beam beauty behold beneath bless blest blood bosom breast breath brow Calmar canst CATULLUS charms cheek chief cold dare dark dead dear death deep dread dream dwell e'en earth expire fair fairy bowers falchion fame fate fear feel flow fond forget friendship gaze glory glow grave Greece grief hate hath heart heaven hope hour immortal kiss Latian live Lochlin Lord Byron lyre Mathon mind mingle Morven mourn muse NAPOLEON BONAPARTE ne'er never NEWFOUNDLAND DOG NEWSTEAD ABBEY night numbers o'er once Orla Oscar pangs perchance praise pride Probus remembrance rise roll Samian wine scene seek shade shine shore sigh sleep slumber smile soar soft song soothe sorrow soul spirit strain sweet tears thee thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought throng trembling truth voice wandering wave weep wild wings youth
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Página 318 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Página 214 - 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.
Página 319 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...
Página 192 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel „ While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 320 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
Página 265 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Página 332 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Página 240 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Página 320 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
Página 214 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...