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Pagina ix
... feels . His languid mind from all exertion shrinks , Benumb'd with grief , dejection deeply sinks On his pale looks , desponding is his tone , His recollections form but broken links , His hands support his head , and ev'ry groan , And ...
... feels . His languid mind from all exertion shrinks , Benumb'd with grief , dejection deeply sinks On his pale looks , desponding is his tone , His recollections form but broken links , His hands support his head , and ev'ry groan , And ...
Pagina 6
... that blessing ; yet these eyes Bespeak the bursting anguish of the soul , While this torn bosom heaves with frequent sighs , And reason yields to nature's soft controul . Is there who feels not , or would blush to 6 CANTO 1 . TRIUMPH OF.
... that blessing ; yet these eyes Bespeak the bursting anguish of the soul , While this torn bosom heaves with frequent sighs , And reason yields to nature's soft controul . Is there who feels not , or would blush to 6 CANTO 1 . TRIUMPH OF.
Pagina 7
Edward Durell (curate of Withiel.) Is there who feels not , or would blush to own ? Be mine that weaker sympathy ... feel indulgence for the falling tear , Such as they shed themselves in life before , Like us they cherish'd the ...
Edward Durell (curate of Withiel.) Is there who feels not , or would blush to own ? Be mine that weaker sympathy ... feel indulgence for the falling tear , Such as they shed themselves in life before , Like us they cherish'd the ...
Pagina 10
... feel no int'rest in my lays ; For what a greater meed can poet gain , Than that his numbers flow in virtue's praise ? For oh ! to mem'ry ' tis a pleasing thought , Tho ' lost the blessing , that I once was blest , When , joining in the ...
... feel no int'rest in my lays ; For what a greater meed can poet gain , Than that his numbers flow in virtue's praise ? For oh ! to mem'ry ' tis a pleasing thought , Tho ' lost the blessing , that I once was blest , When , joining in the ...
Pagina 23
... feeling soul , To ease the anguish of the sharpest stings , And calm our tumults with its soft controul . For tears , delightful as the pearly dew , That decks the verdure of the rising morn , Mingle with fancy , and restore to view ...
... feeling soul , To ease the anguish of the sharpest stings , And calm our tumults with its soft controul . For tears , delightful as the pearly dew , That decks the verdure of the rising morn , Mingle with fancy , and restore to view ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
admir'd admiration anguish ashes beauty blessings blest bliss bloom Boconnoc Bodmin bosom breast breath bright CANTO VII charms Christian Cicero clos'd Coppet Cornwall death Don Quixote dwell e'er earth earthly ELEGIAC POEM END OF CANTO ev'n ev'ry Exmouth eyes faith favour'd feel Flow'r fond friends friendship gen'rous Gilbert glowing grace grave grief heart Heav'n heav'nly Helston honour hope hour husband Ilfracombe immortal Lady lengthen'd Ligusticum lov'd mem'ry mild mind Mount Edgcumbe mourn nature's ne'er never Norwich NOTES TO CANTO numbers o'er Old Age pain pang passion path Petrarch pious pow'r praise prospects rapture rise scene seem'd Seraph shed sigh smile soothes sorrows soul Spirits sprightly stanza struggle tears tell thee Thou thought thro tomb Trionfo Della Morte Triumph of Old Twas thine verse vigour virtue virtuous voice weep widow'd wither'd Withiel woes woman youth
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Pagina 166 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And , as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shape , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Pagina 163 - Of old hast THOU laid the foundation of the earth : And the heavens are the work of thy hands. They shall perish, but THOU shalt endure : Yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment ; As a vesture shalt THOU change them, and they shall be changed : But THOU art the same, And thy years shall have no end.
Pagina 175 - Shame that skulks behind; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visaged comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing dart.
Pagina 161 - Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts; shut not thy merciful ears to our prayer; but spare us, Lord most holy, O God most mighty, O holy and merciful Saviour, thou most worthy Judge eternal, suffer us not, at our last hour, for any pains of death, to fall from thee.
Pagina i - Seco sorride , e sol di te sospira ; E sua fama che spira In molte parti ancor per la tua lingua , Prega che non estingua ; Anzi la voce al suo nome rischiari , Se gli occhi suoi ti fur dolci né cari.
Pagina 175 - O' Potestade , disse, sublimada ! Que ameaço divino . ou que segredo Este clima , e este mar nos apresenta , Que mor cousa parece, que tormenta ? Não acabava , quando huma figura Se nos mostra no ar, robusta e valida , De disforme e grandissima estatura , O rosto carregado , a barba esqualida , Os olhos encovados , ea postura Medonha e má , ea cor terrena e pallida , Cheios de terra , e crespos os cabellos , A boca negra, os dentes amarellos.
Pagina 167 - Tennemi Amor anni ventuno ardendo Lieto nel foco, e nel duol pien di speme; Poi che Madonna e '1 mio cor seco insieme Saliro al ciel , dieci altri anni piangendo.
Pagina 164 - A guisa d' un soave e chiaro lume, Cui nutrimento a poco a poco manca; Tenendo al fin il suo usato costume; Pallida no, ma più che neve bianca Che senza vento in un bel colle fiocchi; Parea posar come persona stanca. Quasi un dolce dormir ne' suoi begli occhi, Sendo lo spirto già da lei diviso, Era quel che morir chiaman gli sciocchi.
Pagina 176 - Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God of His great mercy to take unto Himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground .... in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life...
Pagina 171 - I have begun, unless I be removed into some quiet parsonage, where I may see God's blessings spring out of my mother earth, and eat my own bread in peace and privacy...