The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays, Том 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1813 |
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... , now the lover's part , Now for his country bled , now stole a heart ; In Sussex , now the seat of Earl Camden . I have since seen this in print . He's gone ; cold Death , inexorably just , Strikes THE RUMINATOR . 23.
... , now the lover's part , Now for his country bled , now stole a heart ; In Sussex , now the seat of Earl Camden . I have since seen this in print . He's gone ; cold Death , inexorably just , Strikes THE RUMINATOR . 23.
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... Death , inexorably just , Strikes the dread blow ; frail man returns to dust . Methinks I hear some furrow'd monk relate What frenzy urg'd to Bayham's still retreat ; With vain regret in pensive mood declare , " I fought at Agincourt ...
... Death , inexorably just , Strikes the dread blow ; frail man returns to dust . Methinks I hear some furrow'd monk relate What frenzy urg'd to Bayham's still retreat ; With vain regret in pensive mood declare , " I fought at Agincourt ...
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... and when the scene is o'er , Must tread that path which others trod before ; To tyrant death e'en youth and beauty bow ; And Milner be what Queensbury is now . II . To the Right Honourable the Lady Viscountess Limerick THE RUMINATOR 25.
... and when the scene is o'er , Must tread that path which others trod before ; To tyrant death e'en youth and beauty bow ; And Milner be what Queensbury is now . II . To the Right Honourable the Lady Viscountess Limerick THE RUMINATOR 25.
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... say , All must th ' inexorable law obey ; Death spares not sex , nor youth , nor beauty's bloom , No clime is an asylum from the tomb . ' Dec. 1 , 1808 . N ° LIV .. Armorial Bearings on the Shields of 30 THE RUMINATOR .
... say , All must th ' inexorable law obey ; Death spares not sex , nor youth , nor beauty's bloom , No clime is an asylum from the tomb . ' Dec. 1 , 1808 . N ° LIV .. Armorial Bearings on the Shields of 30 THE RUMINATOR .
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... death , and yet she could not die . Next saw we DREAD , all trembling how he shook With foot uncertain proffer'd ... death , or veng'd by death to be . When fell REVENGE , with bloody foul pretence Had shew'd herself as next in order set ...
... death , and yet she could not die . Next saw we DREAD , all trembling how he shook With foot uncertain proffer'd ... death , or veng'd by death to be . When fell REVENGE , with bloody foul pretence Had shew'd herself as next in order set ...
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The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and ..., Том 2 Sir Egerton Brydges Полный просмотр - 1813 |
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Стр. 163 - I never framed a wish, or formed a plan, That flattered me with hopes of earthly bliss, But there I laid the scene. There early strayed My fancy, ere yet liberty of choice Had found me, or the hope of being free. My very dreams were rural, rural too...
Стр. 47 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Стр. 309 - exclaims the Lance; 'Bear me to the heart of France,' Is the longing of the Shield; Tell thy name, thou trembling field; Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory ! Happy day, and mighty hour...
Стр. 43 - FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro...
Стр. 55 - By him lay heavy Sleep, the cousin of Death, Flat on the ground, and still as any stone, A very corpse, save yielding forth a breath : Small keep took he, whom Fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but, as a living death, So, dead alive, of life he drew the breath.
Стр. 270 - It gave me inexpressible pleasure to find myself in the midst of so noble an amphitheatre, almost encircled by the vast regions of Asia, which has ever been esteemed the nurse of sciences, the inventress of delightful and useful arts...
Стр. 9 - For oft the heavenly fire, that lay conceal'd Beneath the sleeping embers, mounted fast, And all its native light anew reveal'd: Oft as he travers'd the cerulean field, And mark'd the clouds that drove before the wind, Ten thousand glorious systems would he build, Ten thousand great ideas fill'd his mind; But with the clouds they fled, and left no trace behind.
Стр. 58 - No towns, ne realms, cities, ne strongest tower, But all, perforce, must yield unto his power. His dart, anon, out of the corpse he took, And in his hand, a dreadful sight to see...
Стр. 56 - His scalp all piled,1 and he with eld forelore, His wither'd fist still knocking at death's door; Fumbling, and drivelling, as he draws his breath ; For brief, the shape and messenger of Death.
Стр. 57 - Crookbacked he was, tooth-shaken, and blear-eyed, Went on three feet, and sometime crept on four, With old lame bones that rattled by his side, His scalp all pilled and he with eld forlore; His withered fist still knocking at Death's door, Fumbling and drivelling as he draws his breath; For brief, the shape and messenger of Death.