PoemsT. Cadell, 1822 - Всего страниц: 319 |
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Стр. 47
... passed , ere the bright vision fled ! When evening tinged the lake's ethereal blue , And her deep shades irregularly threw ; Their shifting sail dropt gently from the cove , Down by St. Herbert's consecrated grove ; * Whence erst the ...
... passed , ere the bright vision fled ! When evening tinged the lake's ethereal blue , And her deep shades irregularly threw ; Their shifting sail dropt gently from the cove , Down by St. Herbert's consecrated grove ; * Whence erst the ...
Стр. 57
... passed the summer in a small villa near Reate , where he was born , and to which he would never add any embellishment ; ne quid scilicet oculorum consuetudini deperiret . SUET . in Vit . Vesp . cap . ii . A similar instance occurs in ...
... passed the summer in a small villa near Reate , where he was born , and to which he would never add any embellishment ; ne quid scilicet oculorum consuetudini deperiret . SUET . in Vit . Vesp . cap . ii . A similar instance occurs in ...
Стр. 97
... passed along , Would not be held - but , bursting through the throng , Halberd and battle - axe - kissed him o'er and o'er ; Then turned and went - then ' sought him as before , Believing she should see his face no more ! And oh , how ...
... passed along , Would not be held - but , bursting through the throng , Halberd and battle - axe - kissed him o'er and o'er ; Then turned and went - then ' sought him as before , Believing she should see his face no more ! And oh , how ...
Стр. 98
... passed In pomp or ease - ' Tis present to the last ! Years glide away untold - ' Tis still the same ! As fresh , as fair as on the day it came ! And now once more where most he loved to be , In his own fields - breathing tranquillity ...
... passed In pomp or ease - ' Tis present to the last ! Years glide away untold - ' Tis still the same ! As fresh , as fair as on the day it came ! And now once more where most he loved to be , In his own fields - breathing tranquillity ...
Стр. 109
... passed a solitary hour . It was Castle - building once ; now it is no longer so . But whoever would try to realize it , would not perhaps repent of his endeavour . P. 77 , 1. 5 . " These are мY Jewels ! " The anecdote here alluded to ...
... passed a solitary hour . It was Castle - building once ; now it is no longer so . But whoever would try to realize it , would not perhaps repent of his endeavour . P. 77 , 1. 5 . " These are мY Jewels ! " The anecdote here alluded to ...
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Стр. 207 - With hound in leash and hawk in hood, The Boy of Egremond was seen. * Blithe was his song, a song of yore ; But where the rock is rent in two, And the river rushes through...
Стр. 16 - Venice should blush to hear the Muse relate, When exile wore his blooming years away, To sorrow's long soliloquies a prey, When reason, justice, vainly urged his cause, For this he roused her sanguinary laws ; Glad to return, though Hope could grant no more, And chains and torture hailed him to the shore. And hence the charm historic scenes impart; Hence Tiber awes, and Avon melts the heart.
Стр. 108 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God : I am the LORD.
Стр. 87 - Twas thine, Maria, thine without a sigh At midnight in a sister's arms to die. Oh thou wert lovely ; lovely was thy frame, And pure thy spirit as from heaven it came : And when recalled to join the blest above Thou diedst a victim to exceeding love, Nursing the young1 to health.
Стр. 29 - SWEET MEMORY, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers. Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius and refines in Art ; Thee, in whose hands the keys of Science dwell, The pensive portress of her holy cell ; Whose constant vigils chase the chilling damp Oblivion steals upon her vestal-lamp.
Стр. 199 - They stand between the mountains and the sea ; Awful memorials, but of whom we know not ! The seaman, passing, gazes from the deck. The buffalo-driver, in his shaggy cloak, Points to the work of magic and moves on.
Стр. 38 - Than when the shades of time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace ! And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land; And, with a brother's warmth, a brother's smile, The stranger greets each native of his isle...
Стр. 175 - Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
Стр. 217 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near.
Стр. 229 - Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold. There shall thy wings, rich as an evening sky, Expand and shut with silent ecstasy ! —Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb and slept. And such is man ; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day ! * At Woburn Abbey.