The Liberal: Verse and Prose from the South, Объемы 1-2John Hunt, 1822 |
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... from his place , And cried , " You may the prisoner withdraw : " Ere Heaven shall ope her portals to this Guelf , " While I am guard , may I be damn'd myself ! L. " Sooner will I with Cerberus exchange " My THE VISION OF JUDGMENT . 19.
... from his place , And cried , " You may the prisoner withdraw : " Ere Heaven shall ope her portals to this Guelf , " While I am guard , may I be damn'd myself ! L. " Sooner will I with Cerberus exchange " My THE VISION OF JUDGMENT . 19.
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... ; their loud And varied cries were like those of wild - geese , ( If nations may be liken'd to a goose ) And realized the phrase of " hell broke loose . " LVIX . Here crash'd a sturdy oath of stout John 22 THE VISION OF JUDGMENT .
... ; their loud And varied cries were like those of wild - geese , ( If nations may be liken'd to a goose ) And realized the phrase of " hell broke loose . " LVIX . Here crash'd a sturdy oath of stout John 22 THE VISION OF JUDGMENT .
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... cried the Phantom dim , " I loved my country , and I hated him . LXXXIV . " What I have written , I have written : let " The rest be on his head or mine ! " So spoke Old " Nominis Umbra ; " and while speaking yet , Away he melted in ...
... cried the Phantom dim , " I loved my country , and I hated him . LXXXIV . " What I have written , I have written : let " The rest be on his head or mine ! " So spoke Old " Nominis Umbra ; " and while speaking yet , Away he melted in ...
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... cried Asmodeus , " he anticipates " The very business you are now upon , " And scribbles as if head clerk to the Fates . " Who knows to what his ribaldry may run , " When such an ass as this , like Balaam's , prates ? " " Let's hear ...
... cried Asmodeus , " he anticipates " The very business you are now upon , " And scribbles as if head clerk to the Fates . " Who knows to what his ribaldry may run , " When such an ass as this , like Balaam's , prates ? " " Let's hear ...
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... cried " off , off , " As at a farce ; till grown quite desperate , The Bard Saint Peter pray'd to interpose ( Himself an author ) only for his prose . XCIV . The varlet was not an ill - favour'd knave ; A good deal like a vulture in the ...
... cried " off , off , " As at a farce ; till grown quite desperate , The Bard Saint Peter pray'd to interpose ( Himself an author ) only for his prose . XCIV . The varlet was not an ill - favour'd knave ; A good deal like a vulture in the ...
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Стр. 86 - Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Стр. 117 - Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita Mi ritrovai per una selva oscura, Chè la diritta via era smarrita.
Стр. 163 - AND it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.
Стр. 395 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how? — To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs, they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art!
Стр. 47 - Than wood-nymph, or the fairest goddess feign'd Of three that in mount Ida naked strove, Stood to entertain her guest from heaven ; no veil She needed, virtue-proof; no thought infirm Alter'd her cheek.
Стр. 395 - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ! Very few, perhaps, are familiar with these lines — yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
Стр. 24 - ... even beyond my hopes. I returned home well satisfied. The sun that was still labouring pale and wan through the sky, obscured by thick mists, seemed an emblem of the good cause; and the cold dank drops of dew that hung half melted on the beard of the thistle, had something genial and refreshing in them; for there was a spirit of hope and youth in all nature, that turned every thing into good.
Стр. 18 - He ever warr'd with freedom and the free : " Nations as men, home subjects, foreign foes, " So that they utter'd the word ' Liberty !' " Found George the Third their first opponent. Whose " History was ever stain'd as his will be " With national and individual woes ? " I grant his household abstinence ; I grant " His neutral virtues, which most monarchs want ; XLVI.
Стр. 38 - There was a severe, worn pressure of thought about his temples, a fire in his eye (as if he saw something in objects more than the outward appearance...
Стр. 3 - SAINT Peter sat by the celestial gate, His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull, So little trouble had been given of late ; Not that the place by any means was full, But since the Gallic era " eighty-eight," The devils had ta'en a longer, stronger pull, And "a pull altogether," as they say At sea— which drew most souls another way.