Beauties of the British Poets: Being a Pocket Dictionary of Their Most Admired Passages: The Whole Alphabetically Arranged According to the SubjectsA. Sherman, 1834 - 317 páginas |
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... thou would'st view fair Melrose aright , Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild , but to flout , the ruins gray . When the broken arches are black in night , And each shafted oriel glimmers white ...
... thou would'st view fair Melrose aright , Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild , but to flout , the ruins gray . When the broken arches are black in night , And each shafted oriel glimmers white ...
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... thou place an equal there . ADVERSITY . Address to . Scar'd at thy frown terrific , fly Self - pleasing folly's idle brood , Wild laughter , noise , and thoughtless joy And leave us leisure to be good . Light they disperse ; and with ...
... thou place an equal there . ADVERSITY . Address to . Scar'd at thy frown terrific , fly Self - pleasing folly's idle brood , Wild laughter , noise , and thoughtless joy And leave us leisure to be good . Light they disperse ; and with ...
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... thou art seen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mien , With screaming Horror's fun'ral cry , Despair , and fell Disease , and ghastly Poverty . Thy form benign , O Goddess wear Thy milder influence impart ; Thy philosophie train ...
... thou art seen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mien , With screaming Horror's fun'ral cry , Despair , and fell Disease , and ghastly Poverty . Thy form benign , O Goddess wear Thy milder influence impart ; Thy philosophie train ...
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... Thou too must perish when thy feast is o'er . To each unthinking being Heaven a friend , Gives not the useless knowledge of its end ! To man imparts it ; but with such a view As while he dreads it , makes him hope it too , The hour ...
... Thou too must perish when thy feast is o'er . To each unthinking being Heaven a friend , Gives not the useless knowledge of its end ! To man imparts it ; but with such a view As while he dreads it , makes him hope it too , The hour ...
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... thunder . Merciful heaven ! Thou rather , with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt . Split's the unwedgeable and gnarled oak , Than the soft myrtle . - O , but man , proud man . Drest in a little brief authority ; Most ignorant of AUTHORITY . 23.
... thunder . Merciful heaven ! Thou rather , with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt . Split's the unwedgeable and gnarled oak , Than the soft myrtle . - O , but man , proud man . Drest in a little brief authority ; Most ignorant of AUTHORITY . 23.
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beauty behold beneath blest bliss blood boast breast breath bright charms Cowper dark death doth dread dream dull dust earth Egeria eternal ev'n ev'ry fair faithless fame fancy fate fear feel flowers folly fool form'd grace grave hand happy hath hear heart heaven honour hope hour Hudibras human laugh life's live Loch Katrine Lochiel looks man's Milton mind mirth morn muse nature nature's ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale passion peace pleas'd pleasure Pope pow'r praise pride proud Queen Mab rapture Rosabelle round scene seem'd sense shade Shakspeare sigh sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spleen sweet Sycorax SYLPHS TAM O'SHANTER tears thee things thou thought thro toil tongue tragic muse truth Twas vex'd virtue wander waves weep wild wind wings wisdom wise wretch ye stars Young youth
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Página 18 - ^■H With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank
Página 27 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet: For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder. Merciful heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and
Página 260 - a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And
Página 149 - quire below, In service high, and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear. Dissolve me into ecstacies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of ev'ry star that heaven doth
Página 18 - And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice,
Página 159 - tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the checquer'd shade ; And young and old come forth to play On a sun-shine holiday,
Página 37 - universal blank Of nature's works, to me expung'd and ras*d, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight. Milton.
Página 106 - In all my grief, and God has given my share— I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bow'rs to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting my repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to
Página 148 - near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud, Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar. And
Página 83 - With thee conversing I forget all time; All seasons and their change, all please alike, Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,