The Bijou; or, Annual of literature and the artsWilliam Pickering, 1828 |
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... hear . But yet one thought a lasting joy can give That we , as not for self alone we live , To others bore the boon , we would from them receive ! II . TEXTURE of mightiest splendor , force and art Sonnets By Sir Egerton Brydges, Bart.
... hear . But yet one thought a lasting joy can give That we , as not for self alone we live , To others bore the boon , we would from them receive ! II . TEXTURE of mightiest splendor , force and art Sonnets By Sir Egerton Brydges, Bart.
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... live without the breath of his nostrils , so I might abide in darkness and blackness , and an empty space ! Yea , I would lie down , I would not rise , neither would I stir my limbs till I became as the rock in the den of the lion , on ...
... live without the breath of his nostrils , so I might abide in darkness and blackness , and an empty space ! Yea , I would lie down , I would not rise , neither would I stir my limbs till I became as the rock in the den of the lion , on ...
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... lips unbrightened , wreathless brow , I stroll : And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ? WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve , And HOPE without an OBJECT cannot live . THE POET - WARRIOR , By Allan Cunningham . 1.
... lips unbrightened , wreathless brow , I stroll : And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ? WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve , And HOPE without an OBJECT cannot live . THE POET - WARRIOR , By Allan Cunningham . 1.
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... fire through peasant's souls , And led and ruled the boldest . He with flushed brow , and flashing eyes , And right arm bare and gory , Rushed reeking o'er the lives of men , And turned The Poet-Warrior By Allan Cunningham.
... fire through peasant's souls , And led and ruled the boldest . He with flushed brow , and flashing eyes , And right arm bare and gory , Rushed reeking o'er the lives of men , And turned The Poet-Warrior By Allan Cunningham.
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Rushed reeking o'er the lives of men , And turned our shame to glory . A hero's soul was his , and higher The minstrel's love , and poet's fire . 3 . Seek for a dark and downcast eye , A glance ' mongst men the mildest , Seek for a ...
Rushed reeking o'er the lives of men , And turned our shame to glory . A hero's soul was his , and higher The minstrel's love , and poet's fire . 3 . Seek for a dark and downcast eye , A glance ' mongst men the mildest , Seek for a ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adam Ferguson appeared Appollonia Augustus Fox Baal baron Battle of Montiel beautiful Beauvilliers BEGUE beneath brave breath bright brow Cain Cathleen Chancery Lane cheek child cried crown 8vo dark David Wilkie dost doth dream Earl exclaimed eyes fair farewell father fear flowers Gabriella grace grave grief GUESCLIN Halloran hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Hogan honour hope HOUSSAYE husband John Gibson Lockhart King Lady Leonora Leverton light look Lord MARIA DE PADILLA Master Bertram Master Toby morning never night noble o'er old woman ONIS Painted passed Pedlar Pedro PEREZ poor Portrait Queen R.A. Engraved racter Reichenstein replied RODRIGO rose round S. T. Coleridge scarcely Sir Thomas Lawrence sleep smile SOLDIER soul Stothard sweet tell thee thine thing Thomas Thomas Stothard thou art thought turned voice vols William Pickering young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 24 - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Página 139 - Youth! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit— It cannot be that Thou art gone! Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd:— And thou wert aye a masker bold!
Página 24 - The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter, slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing. Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
Página 20 - Fairly began — but finish'd not; And fruitless, late remorse doth trace — Like Hebrew lore a backward pace — Her irrecoverable race. Disjointed numbers; sense unknit Huge reams of folly, shreds of wit; Compose the mingled mass of it. My scalded eyes no longer brook Upon this ink-blurr'd thing to look — Go, shut the leaves, and clasp the book.
Página 138 - twixt Now and Then! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, How lightly then it flashed along: — Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide! Nought cared this body for wind or weather When Youth and I lived in't together.
Página 140 - A wild-rose roofs the ruined shed, And that and summer well agree : And lo ! where Mary leans her head, Two dear names carved upon the tree ! And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow...
Página 12 - neath the curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus, with the host of heaven, came ; And lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Página 138 - Tis known, that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit— It cannot be that Thou art gone! Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd:— And thou wert aye a masker bold! What strange disguise hast now put on, To make believe, that thou art gone?
Página 304 - Face of the curled streams, with flow'rs as many As the young spring gives, and as choice as any ; Here be all new delights, cool streams and wells ; Arbours o'ergrown with woodbines, caves and dells ; Choose where thou wilt...
Página xi - With the hare through the copses and dingles wild ! With the butterfly over the heath, fair child ? Yes : the light fall of thy bounding feet Hath not startled the wren from her mossy seat ; Yet hast thou ranged the green forest-dells, And brought back a treasure of buds and bells.