Beauties of the British Poets ...Phillips, 1850 - 395 pagina's |
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Pagina ix
... dead . Yet , susceptible as he must have been of the poet's delight in praise , he seems to have utterly disregarded fame . He left his writings to the false and garbled copies of the theatre . It is not known that he even cared whether ...
... dead . Yet , susceptible as he must have been of the poet's delight in praise , he seems to have utterly disregarded fame . He left his writings to the false and garbled copies of the theatre . It is not known that he even cared whether ...
Pagina 29
... dead or bled ; Two small hounds had she that she fed With roasted flesh , and milk , and wasted bread , But sore she wept if one of them were dead , Or if men smote it with a staff smarte : She was all conscience and tender heart . Full ...
... dead or bled ; Two small hounds had she that she fed With roasted flesh , and milk , and wasted bread , But sore she wept if one of them were dead , Or if men smote it with a staff smarte : She was all conscience and tender heart . Full ...
Pagina 59
... dead , a living death , And buried : but , O yet more miserable ! Myself my sepulchre , a moving grave ; Buried , yet not exempt By privilege of death and burial , From worst of other evils , pains , and wrongs ; But made hereby ...
... dead , a living death , And buried : but , O yet more miserable ! Myself my sepulchre , a moving grave ; Buried , yet not exempt By privilege of death and burial , From worst of other evils , pains , and wrongs ; But made hereby ...
Pagina 78
... dead , dead ere his prime ; Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer . Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing , and build the lofty rhyme . He must not float upon his watry bier Unwept , and welter to the parching ...
... dead , dead ere his prime ; Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer . Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing , and build the lofty rhyme . He must not float upon his watry bier Unwept , and welter to the parching ...
Pagina 83
... dead , Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day - star in the ocean bed , And yet anon repairs his drooping head , And tricks his beams , and with new - spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So ...
... dead , Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day - star in the ocean bed , And yet anon repairs his drooping head , And tricks his beams , and with new - spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 342 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays...
Pagina 315 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Pagina 78 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Pagina 127 - 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.
Pagina 137 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pagina 51 - To die — to sleep. To sleep — perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time...
Pagina 165 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And...
Pagina 68 - But hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
Pagina 138 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pagina 63 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.