The poetical works of Horace Smith. 2vols1846 |
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... never cease , To that Elysian world of bosom'd gladness , Where all is silence , charity , and peace ; And shelter'd from the storm the soul may rest On its own nest ! When , spleenful as the sensitive Mimosa , We shrink from winter's ...
... never cease , To that Elysian world of bosom'd gladness , Where all is silence , charity , and peace ; And shelter'd from the storm the soul may rest On its own nest ! When , spleenful as the sensitive Mimosa , We shrink from winter's ...
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... never free - my soul Still master'd by the stern control Of some tyrannic passion ; While my poor body , servile tool ! The livery wore of fop and fool , An abject slave of fashion . Thanks to thy welcome touch , old age ! Which G 2 THE ...
... never free - my soul Still master'd by the stern control Of some tyrannic passion ; While my poor body , servile tool ! The livery wore of fop and fool , An abject slave of fashion . Thanks to thy welcome touch , old age ! Which G 2 THE ...
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... never knew , except by name , The heartburn , bile , dyspepsy : Now I must fast - eat what I hate , Or all my ailments aggravate , From ache to epilepsy . How starving Tantalus of old Was punish'd by the Gods , is told In many a classic ...
... never knew , except by name , The heartburn , bile , dyspepsy : Now I must fast - eat what I hate , Or all my ailments aggravate , From ache to epilepsy . How starving Tantalus of old Was punish'd by the Gods , is told In many a classic ...
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... - gladden'd earth - but human lips Have never pour'd In mortal ears the horrors of the sight That thrill'd my soul that memorable night . Το every distant zone and fulgent star Mine eyes could H 2 THE SUN'S ECLIPSE . 99.
... - gladden'd earth - but human lips Have never pour'd In mortal ears the horrors of the sight That thrill'd my soul that memorable night . Το every distant zone and fulgent star Mine eyes could H 2 THE SUN'S ECLIPSE . 99.
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... thy pageants ever new and bright , Thy woods and waters , hills and dales , How dead must be the soul that fails To see and bless thy beauties infinite ! Man ! whose high intellect supplies A never - failing LACHRYMOSE WRITERS . 105.
... thy pageants ever new and bright , Thy woods and waters , hills and dales , How dead must be the soul that fails To see and bless thy beauties infinite ! Man ! whose high intellect supplies A never - failing LACHRYMOSE WRITERS . 105.
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Adam and Eve bard beauty Behold beneath BINSTEAD birds birth bless bliss bloom bosom bound bowers breath bright charms CHOLERA choral COLBURN'S NEW PUBLICATIONS COLBURN'S STANDARD Constantinople Cuckoo dark death deep delight dost dread Duke of Wellington dust earth so surpassingly EGYPT EVANS LLOYD eyes fame Fanny fear feel flowers gaze George Cruikshank gibbet give gladness gloom Gorgon grace grave Greece Hail to thee Hark harp and hymn hath hear heart HENRY COLBURN holy hope hymn Thy downward king life's light lips live Lovely or rare MADAME D'ARBLAY Mehemet Ali mind mirth moral Nature's night Nubia o'er scenes shuddering shut Sicilian Arethusa sight silent Sir Walter Scott small 8vo smiles song soul Spain spirit Spring stamp'd surpassingly fair sweet tears thine thou'rt dim thought thrill Thy downward course tomb trees voice volumes wave winds
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Página 8 - Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth And tolls its perfume on the passing air Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer : Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane most catholic and solemn Which God hath plann'd,— To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply, Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky.
Página 8 - To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply — Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky. There — as in solitude and shade I wander Through the green aisles, or, stretched upon the sod, Awed by the silence, reverently ponder The ways of God...
Página 13 - Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass, Or held, by Solomon's own invitation, A torch at the great temple's dedication. I need not ask thee if that hand, when...
Página 11 - Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
Página 73 - There is ! there is ! One primitive and sure ; Religion pure, Unchanged in spirit, though its forms and codes Wear myriad modes, Contains all creeds within its mighty span ; The love of God displayed in love of man.
Página 13 - We have, above-ground, seen some strange mutations: The Roman empire has begun and ended, New worlds have risen, we have lost old nations, And countless kings have into dust been humbled, While not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled.