Hours of idleness. English bards and Scotch reviewers. Hints from Horace. The curse of Minerva. The waltz. Age of bronze. The vision of judgment. Morgante maggioreJohn Murray, 1831 |
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... round the steep brow of the churchyard I wander'd , To catch the last gleam of the sun's setting ray . 5 . I once more view the room , with spectators surrounded , Where , as Zanga , I trod on Alonzo o'erthrown ; While to swell my young ...
... round the steep brow of the churchyard I wander'd , To catch the last gleam of the sun's setting ray . 5 . I once more view the room , with spectators surrounded , Where , as Zanga , I trod on Alonzo o'erthrown ; While to swell my young ...
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... round our statesman wind her gloomy veil . Fox ! o'er whose corse a mourning world must weep , Whose dear remains in honour'd marble sleep ; For whom , at last , e'en hostile nations groan , While friends and foes alike his talents own ...
... round our statesman wind her gloomy veil . Fox ! o'er whose corse a mourning world must weep , Whose dear remains in honour'd marble sleep ; For whom , at last , e'en hostile nations groan , While friends and foes alike his talents own ...
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... round the cup of love's bliss in full measure , And quaff the contents as our nectar below . 1805 . TO CAROLINE * . 1 . OH ! when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrow ? Oh , when shall my soul wing her flight from this clay ? The ...
... round the cup of love's bliss in full measure , And quaff the contents as our nectar below . 1805 . TO CAROLINE * . 1 . OH ! when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrow ? Oh , when shall my soul wing her flight from this clay ? The ...
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... round thy snowy forehead wave , The cheeks which sprung from Beauty's mould , The lips which made me Beauty's slave . 3 . Here I can trace - ah , no ! that eye , Whose azure floats in liquid fire , Must all the painter's art defy , And ...
... round thy snowy forehead wave , The cheeks which sprung from Beauty's mould , The lips which made me Beauty's slave . 3 . Here I can trace - ah , no ! that eye , Whose azure floats in liquid fire , Must all the painter's art defy , And ...
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... round their childhood his flow'rs as they grew ; They flourish awhile in the season of truth , Till chill'd by the winter of love's last adieu ! 5 . Sweet lady ! why thus doth a tear steal its way Down a cheek which outrivals thy bosom ...
... round their childhood his flow'rs as they grew ; They flourish awhile in the season of truth , Till chill'd by the winter of love's last adieu ! 5 . Sweet lady ! why thus doth a tear steal its way Down a cheek which outrivals thy bosom ...
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Стр. 18 - No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep, But living statues there are seen to weep ; Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb, Affliction's self deplores thy youthful doom.
Стр. 145 - Years have roll'd on, Loch na Garr, since I left you, Years must elapse, ere I tread you again: Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you, Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain: England! thy beauties are tame and domestic, To one who has rov'd on the mountains afar: Oh! for the crags that are wild and majestic, The steep, frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr.