The Annual Anthology, Volumen2Robert Southey T. N. Longman and O. Rees, 1800 - 300 páginas |
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... hill to overwhelm St. Pauls . XXIV . George , dost thou deem the legendary deeds Of Romish saints a useless medley store Of lies , that he flings time away who reads ? And wouldst thou rather bid me puzzle o'er Matter and Mind , and all ...
... hill to overwhelm St. Pauls . XXIV . George , dost thou deem the legendary deeds Of Romish saints a useless medley store Of lies , that he flings time away who reads ? And wouldst thou rather bid me puzzle o'er Matter and Mind , and all ...
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... . Where are the happy hours , The sunshine that so cheer'd the morn of life ! For HEALTH is fled , and with her fled the joys That made existence dear . I saw the distant hills Smile in the radiance of 38 To Recovery.
... . Where are the happy hours , The sunshine that so cheer'd the morn of life ! For HEALTH is fled , and with her fled the joys That made existence dear . I saw the distant hills Smile in the radiance of 38 To Recovery.
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Robert Southey. I saw the distant hills Smile in the radiance of the orient beam , And gazed delighted that anon our feet Should visit scenes so fair . I look'd abroad at noon , The shadow and the storm were on the hills ! The crags that ...
Robert Southey. I saw the distant hills Smile in the radiance of the orient beam , And gazed delighted that anon our feet Should visit scenes so fair . I look'd abroad at noon , The shadow and the storm were on the hills ! The crags that ...
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... hills he roves , Or seeks the dark and silent groves , To meditation dear ; While Solitude around him reigns , He sits , and thinks , and oft complains , No Anna wanders there . Where rolls the surge on yonder sands , Fann'd by 41 Lines ...
... hills he roves , Or seeks the dark and silent groves , To meditation dear ; While Solitude around him reigns , He sits , and thinks , and oft complains , No Anna wanders there . Where rolls the surge on yonder sands , Fann'd by 41 Lines ...
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... hill ; The gentle stream you cannot see , You only hear its melody , The stream that turns the Mill . Pass on , a little way pass on , And you shall catch its gleam anon ; And hark ! the loud and agonizing groan That makes its anguish ...
... hill ; The gentle stream you cannot see , You only hear its melody , The stream that turns the Mill . Pass on , a little way pass on , And you shall catch its gleam anon ; And hark ! the loud and agonizing groan That makes its anguish ...
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ARAUCANS beauty Beelzebub behold Beneath bosom bower breast bright brow busy busy Bee CHARLES LLOYD cheek child clouds cold Cossack cried Crocodile dark dear death delight dream dwell E'en ECLOGUE fair feel fire flowers gale gentle GEORGE GOODWIN grave green billows Gualberto Halloo hast hath Hatto hear heard heart Heaven hill holy hour house of pride Iceburgs ISAAC King laughing Lewti light limbs lov'd maid MARGARET mark'd mind morn Moscera Muse Musquito Nature's never night o'er once pale poor praise pride quoth ROBERT SOUTHEY rose round scene Siberia sigh sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit stood stream sweet tale tears tell tempest thee thine Thou art thou busy busy thou wert thought thro TRAVELLER twas Twill vale vex'd viperous Race wandering ween whilst wild wind wings winter WOMAN youth
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Página 28 - twas a famous victory! "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly ; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Página 243 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls helter-skelter they pour, And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to the Bishop they go.
Página 129 - On springy heath, along the hill-top edge, Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance, To that still roaring dell, of which I told ; The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep, And only speckled by the midday sun; Where its slim trunk the ash from rock to rock Flings arching like a bridge...
Página 132 - With sad yet patient soul, through evil and pain And strange calamity! Ah! slowly sink Behind the western ridge, thou glorious sun! Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb, Ye purple heath-flowers! richlier burn, ye clouds! Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves! And kindle, thou blue ocean! So my Friend Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood, Silent with swimming sense...
Página 27 - Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Página 133 - Was richly tinged, and a deep radiance lay Full on the ancient ivy, which usurps Those fronting elms, and now, with blackest mass Makes their dark branches gleam a lighter hue Through the late twilight: and though now the bat Wheels silent by, and not a swallow twitters, Yet still the solitary humble bee Sings in the bean-flower! Henceforth I shall know That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure...
Página 26 - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round. Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found. That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And...
Página 29 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ?" Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Página 27 - twas all about,' Young Peterkin, he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; 'Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Página 241 - So then to his palace returned he, And he sate down to supper merrily, And he slept that night like an innocent man, But bishop Hatto never slept again. In the morning as he entered the hall, Where his picture hung against the wall, A sweat like death all over him came, For the rats had eaten it out of the frame. As he look'd, there came a man from his farm. He had a countenance white with alarm, My lord, I opened your granaries this morn, And the rats had eaten all your corn.