The poetical works of Horace Smith. 2vols1846 |
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... dust that now entwine These prompting pages , Some future reader , as a jest or line His thought engages , Feeling old memories from their grave arise , May thus , in pensive mood , perchance soliloquise : 66 I knew the bardling ...
... dust that now entwine These prompting pages , Some future reader , as a jest or line His thought engages , Feeling old memories from their grave arise , May thus , in pensive mood , perchance soliloquise : 66 I knew the bardling ...
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... dust been humbled , While not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled . Didst thou not hear the pother o'er thy head , When the great Persian conqueror , Cambyses , March'd armies o'er thy tomb with thundering tread , O'erthrew Osiris ...
... dust been humbled , While not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled . Didst thou not hear the pother o'er thy head , When the great Persian conqueror , Cambyses , March'd armies o'er thy tomb with thundering tread , O'erthrew Osiris ...
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... dust In a moment his tenderest objects of trust ; Birds and beasts fell around him ; where'er Adam walk'd , Before him , in fancy , the murderer stalk'd ; More dread to the heart when unseen by the eye , ' Twas vain from the phantom to ...
... dust In a moment his tenderest objects of trust ; Birds and beasts fell around him ; where'er Adam walk'd , Before him , in fancy , the murderer stalk'd ; More dread to the heart when unseen by the eye , ' Twas vain from the phantom to ...
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... dust - these eyes are closed , And thou art singing to thy lute Some stanza by thy sire composed , To friends around thou mayst impart A thought of him who wrote the lays , And from the grave my form shall start , Embodied forth to ...
... dust - these eyes are closed , And thou art singing to thy lute Some stanza by thy sire composed , To friends around thou mayst impart A thought of him who wrote the lays , And from the grave my form shall start , Embodied forth to ...
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... dust ! Yet the blaze sublime of thy virtue's prime , Still gilds my tears and a balm supplies , As the matin ray of the god of day Brightens the dew which at last it dries : Yes , Fanny ! I cannot regret thy clay , When I think where ...
... dust ! Yet the blaze sublime of thy virtue's prime , Still gilds my tears and a balm supplies , As the matin ray of the god of day Brightens the dew which at last it dries : Yes , Fanny ! I cannot regret thy clay , When I think where ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adam and Eve bard beauty Behold beneath BINSTEAD birds birth bless bliss bloom bosom bound bowers breath bright charms CHOLERA choral COLBURN'S NEW PUBLICATIONS COLBURN'S STANDARD Constantinople Cuckoo dark death deep delight dost dread Duke of Wellington dust earth so surpassingly EGYPT EVANS LLOYD eyes fame Fanny fear feel flowers gaze George Cruikshank gibbet give gladness gloom Gorgon grace grave Greece Hail to thee Hark harp and hymn hath hear heart HENRY COLBURN holy hope hymn Thy downward king life's light lips live Lovely or rare MADAME D'ARBLAY Mehemet Ali mind mirth moral Nature's night Nubia o'er scenes shuddering shut Sicilian Arethusa sight silent Sir Walter Scott small 8vo smiles song soul Spain spirit Spring stamp'd surpassingly fair sweet tears thine thou'rt dim thought thrill Thy downward course tomb trees voice volumes wave winds
Pasajes populares
Página 8 - Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth And tolls its perfume on the passing air Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer : Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane most catholic and solemn Which God hath plann'd,— To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply, Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky.
Página 8 - To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply — Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky. There — as in solitude and shade I wander Through the green aisles, or, stretched upon the sod, Awed by the silence, reverently ponder The ways of God...
Página 13 - Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass, Or held, by Solomon's own invitation, A torch at the great temple's dedication. I need not ask thee if that hand, when...
Página 11 - Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
Página 73 - There is ! there is ! One primitive and sure ; Religion pure, Unchanged in spirit, though its forms and codes Wear myriad modes, Contains all creeds within its mighty span ; The love of God displayed in love of man.
Página 13 - We have, above-ground, seen some strange mutations: The Roman empire has begun and ended, New worlds have risen, we have lost old nations, And countless kings have into dust been humbled, While not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled.