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Página 252 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Página 177 - A part how small of the terraqueous globe Is tenanted by man? the rest a waste; Rocks, deserts, frozen seas, and burning sands! Wild haunts of monsters, poisons, stings, and death Such is earth's melancholy map! but, far 'More sad! this earth is a true map of man: So bounded are its haughty lord's delights To woe's wide empire, where deep troubles toss.
Página 204 - The school which they have set up may properly be called the Satanic school; for though their productions breathe the spirit of Belial in their lascivious parts, and the spirit of Moloch in those loathsome images of atrocities and horrors which they delight to represent, they are more especially characterized by a Satanic spirit of pride and audacious impiety, which still betrays the wretched feeling of hopelessness wherewith it is allied.
Página 375 - Thus saith the Lord God; An evil, an only evil, behold, is come. An end is come, the end is come: it watcheth for thee; behold, it is come.
Página 177 - As was her sister; whether dread did dwell Or anguish in her hart, is hard to tell: Upon her arme a silver anchor lay, Whereon she leaned ever, as befell; And ever up to heven, as she did pray, Her stedfast eyes were bent, ne swarved other way.
Página 6 - Soon they grew blithe as they were wont to be ; Her old endearments each began to seek : And Isabel drew near to climb my knee, And pat with fondling hand her father's cheek, With voice, and touch, and look reviving thus The feelings which had slept in long disuse.
Página 177 - She was a woman in her freshest age, Of wondrous beauty, and of bounty rare, With goodly grace and comely personage...
Página 101 - These, said the Muse, are they whom one consent Shall there deem worthy of the purest fame ; . . Knowest thou who best such gratitude may claim ? 54. Clarkson, I answer'd, first ; whom to have seen And known in social hours may be my pride, Such friendship being praise ; and one, I ween, Is Wilberforce, placed rightly at his side, Whose eloquent voice in that great cause was heard So oft and well.
Página vii - The hexameter verse I grant to be a gentleman of an ancient house (so is many an English beggar), yet this clime of ours he cannot thrive in; our speech is too craggy for him to set his plough in...
Página 183 - Seem'da strife for pastime meant, And the work of Agincourt Only like a tournament ; Half the blood which there was spent Had sufficed again to gain Anjou and ill-yielded Maine, Normandy and Aquitaine ; And Our Lady's ancient towers, Maugre all the Valois' powers, Had a second time been ours. — A gentle daughter of thy line, Edward, lays her dust with thine. Thou, Elizabeth, art here ; Thou to whom all griefs were known ; Who wert placed upon the bier In happier hour than on the throne. Fatal daughter,...