Belford Regis, Or, Sketches of a Country Town

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Richard Bentley, 1846 - 439 páginas

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Página 204 - Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal — a new birth: Be still a symbol of immensity; A firmament reflected in a sea; An element filling the space between; An unknown — but no more : we humbly screen With uplift hands our foreheads, lowly bending, And giving out a shout most heaven-rending, Conjure thee...
Página 204 - That come a-swooning over hollow grounds, And wither drearily on barren moors : Dread opener of the mysterious doors Leading to universal knowledge — see, Great son of Dryope...
Página 204 - Their fairest blossom'd beans and poppied corn; The chuckling linnet its five young unborn, To sing for thee; low creeping strawberries Their summer coolness; pent up butterflies Their freckled wings; yea, the fresh budding year All its completions — be quickly near, By every wind that nods the mountain pine, O forester divine!
Página 260 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Página 204 - O thou, for whose soul-soothing quiet, turtles Passion their voices cooingly 'mong myrtles, What time thou wanderest at eventide Through...
Página 302 - He snatch'd the shaft that glitter'd on the board (Fast by, the rest lay sleeping in the sheath, But soon to fly the messengers of death). Now sitting as he was, the cord he drew, Through every ringlet levelling his view: Then notch'd the shaft, released, and gave it wing; The whizzing arrow vanished from the string, Sung on direct, and threaded every ring.
Página 262 - Ah ! Freedom is a noble thing ! Freedom makes man to have liking ! Freedom all solace to man gives : He lives at ease that freely lives...
Página 272 - The lively sap creeps up, Into the blooming thorn ; The flowers, which cold in prison kept, Now laugh the frost to scorn. All Nature's imps triumph While joyful May doth last ; When May is gone, of all the year
Página 302 - ... string, To some new strain when he adapts the lyre, Or the dumb lute refits with vocal wire, Relaxes, strains, and draws them to and fro ; So the great master drew the mighty bow : And drew with ease. One hand aloft display'd The bending horns, and one the string essay'd. From his essaying hand the string let fly Twang'd short and sharp, like the shrill swallow's cry. A general horror ran through all the race, ' Sunk was each heart, and pale was every face. Signs from above ensued : th' unfolding...
Página 272 - when May is gone, The pleasant time is past. All ye that live on earth, And have your May at will, Rejoice in May, as I do now, And use your May with skill. Use May, while...

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