The British Poets, Volumen1Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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... o'er with ghastly shapes , which once were men . It is also said , that he once wandered into the camp of the enemy with a classic in his hand , which he was reading in- tently , and had some difficulty in proving that he was not a spy ...
... o'er with ghastly shapes , which once were men . It is also said , that he once wandered into the camp of the enemy with a classic in his hand , which he was reading in- tently , and had some difficulty in proving that he was not a spy ...
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... o'er a slumb'ring world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear , an object finds ; Creation sleeps . " Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still , and nature made a pause ; An awful pause ...
... o'er a slumb'ring world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear , an object finds ; Creation sleeps . " Tis as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still , and nature made a pause ; An awful pause ...
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... o'er the rising ball ; O Thou , whose word from solid darkness struck That spark , the sun ; strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which flies to Thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold , while others rest . Thro ...
... o'er the rising ball ; O Thou , whose word from solid darkness struck That spark , the sun ; strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which flies to Thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold , while others rest . Thro ...
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... o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread : What though my soul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields ; or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods ; or down the craggy steep Hurl'd headlong , swam with pain the mantled pool ; 6 ...
... o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread : What though my soul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields ; or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods ; or down the craggy steep Hurl'd headlong , swam with pain the mantled pool ; 6 ...
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... o'er With soft conceit of endless comfort here , Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies ! Night - visions may befriend ( as sung above ) : Our waking dreams are fatal . How I dreamt Of things impossible ! ( Could sleep do more ...
... o'er With soft conceit of endless comfort here , Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies ! Night - visions may befriend ( as sung above ) : Our waking dreams are fatal . How I dreamt Of things impossible ! ( Could sleep do more ...
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Página 32 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Página 278 - And fated to survive the transient sun ! By mortals, and immortals, seen with awe ! A starry crown thy raven brow adorns, An azure zone, thy waist ; clouds, in heaven's loom Wrought through varieties of shape and shade, In ample folds of drapery divine, Thy flowing mantle form ; and, heaven throughout, Voluminously pour thy pompous train.
Página 62 - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave ; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead.
Página 23 - Blest leisure is our curse ; like that of Cain, It makes us wander ; wander earth around To fly that tyrant, thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.
Página xiv - Whence Gay was banish'd in disgrace, Where Pope will never show his face, Where Y must torture his invention To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.
Página 17 - All pay themselves the compliment to think, They, one day, shall not drivel ; and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves...
Página 266 - Heav'n opens in their bosoms : But, how rare, Ah me ! that magnanimity, how rare ! What hero, like the man who stands himself; Who dares to meet his naked heart alone...
Página 5 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they? With the years beyond the flood It is the signal that demands despatch: How much is to be done!
Página lix - Young should turn away a clergyman's widow, who lived with him, and who, having acquired great influence over the father, was saucy to the son. Dr. Johnson said, she could not conceal her resentment at him, for saying to Young, that "an old man should not resign himself to the management of any body.
Página 309 - Yet grant it true ; new difficulties rise ; I'm still quite out at sea ; nor see the shore. Whence earth and these bright orbs ? Eternal too ? Grant matter was eternal ; still these orbs Would want some other father ; — much design Is seen in all their motions, all their makes ; Design, implies intelligence, and art ; That can't be from themselves — or man; that art Man scarce can comprehend, could man bestow, And nothing greater yet allowed than man.