The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 24
Página 68
... thine To tread out empire , and to quench the stars . The Sun himself by thy permission shines , And , one day , thou shalt pluck him from his sphere : Amid such mighty plunder , why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why ...
... thine To tread out empire , and to quench the stars . The Sun himself by thy permission shines , And , one day , thou shalt pluck him from his sphere : Amid such mighty plunder , why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why ...
Página 75
... thine excel , And charm through distant ages . Wrapp'd in shade , Prisoner of darkness ! to the silent hours How often I repeat their rage divine , 1 strain ! To lull my griefs , and steal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures , but ...
... thine excel , And charm through distant ages . Wrapp'd in shade , Prisoner of darkness ! to the silent hours How often I repeat their rage divine , 1 strain ! To lull my griefs , and steal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures , but ...
Página 76
... thine ; on themes may profit ; profit there Where most thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear Philander's dust . He thus , though dead , May still befriend . — What themes ? Time's won- drous price , Death , friendship ...
... thine ; on themes may profit ; profit there Where most thy need . Themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear Philander's dust . He thus , though dead , May still befriend . — What themes ? Time's won- drous price , Death , friendship ...
Página 77
... Thine ear , nor leave thy heart quite disengaged , The good deed would delight me ; half impress On my dark cloud an Iris , and from grief Call glory . - Dost thou mourn Philander's fate ? I know thou say'st it : says thy life the same ...
... Thine ear , nor leave thy heart quite disengaged , The good deed would delight me ; half impress On my dark cloud an Iris , and from grief Call glory . - Dost thou mourn Philander's fate ? I know thou say'st it : says thy life the same ...
Página 78
... still be thine ; This cancels thy complaint at once ; this leaves In act no trifle , and no blank in time . This greatens , fills , immortalizes all ; This the bless'd art of turning all to gold ; 78 N. II . THE COMPLAINT .
... still be thine ; This cancels thy complaint at once ; this leaves In act no trifle , and no blank in time . This greatens , fills , immortalizes all ; This the bless'd art of turning all to gold ; 78 N. II . THE COMPLAINT .
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
ambition angels Anne Wharton art thou beam beneath bids bleeds bless'd bliss blood divine boundless Busiris call'd dark dead death Deity divine Dorset Downs dread dreams Duke of Wharton dust e'en earth Edward Young endless eternal fair fame fate fear fire flame folly fond fool friendship future genius give glorious glory grave grief guilt happiness heart Heaven hope hour human illustrious infidel labour life's light live Lorenzo Lyric Poetry man's mankind mortal Muse Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er pain passions peace Philander Pindaric pleasure poem poet poetry praise pride proud Reason Reason sleeps rich rise sacred says scene sense shade shines sigh skies smile song soul immortal stars strange thee theme thine throne tomb triumph truth virtue Virtue's wanted wing wing wisdom wise wish wretched Young
Pasajes populares
Página 63 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man! How passing wonder He who made him such, Who centred in our make such strange extremes!
Página 63 - 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.
Página 93 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of Heaven.
Página 103 - O'erwhelming turrets threaten ere they fall ; Volcanos bellow ere they disembogue ; Earth trembles ere her yawning jaws devour ; And smoke betrays the wide-consuming fire : Ruin from man is most conceal'd when near, And sends the dreadful tidings in the blow. Is this the flight of fancy ? Would it were ! Heaven's sovereign saves all beings, but himself, That hideous sight, a naked human heart.
Página 184 - The meanest slave ; all more is merit's due, Her sacred and inviolable right Nor ever paid the monarch, but the man. Our hearts ne'er bow but to superior worth ; Nor ever fail of their allegiance there. Fools, indeed, drop the man in their account, And vote the mantle into majesty.
Página 196 - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits, away : Then melts into the spring : soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires.
Página 64 - 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 ; Or scaled the cliff; or danced on hollow winds, With antic shapes, wild natives of the brain...
Página 83 - But why on time so lavish is my song? On this great theme kind Nature keeps a school To teach her sons herself. Each night we die; Each morn are born anew; each day a life!
Página 184 - But wherefore envy \ Talents angel-bright, If wanting worth, are shining instruments In false ambition's hand, to finish faults Illustrious, and give infamy renown.
Página 71 - There's no prerogative in human hours. In human hearts what bolder thought can rise, Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn? Where is to-morrow? In another world. For numbers this is certain; the reverse Is sure to none: and yet on this perhaps...