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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... To the Duke of D- Adrian's address to his soul when dying · Translation from Catullus Translation of the epitaph on Virgil and Ti- 73 76 92 99 ib . • 100 bullus 101 CONTENTS . Imitation of Tibullus . Translation from Catullus Imitated.
... To the Duke of D- Adrian's address to his soul when dying · Translation from Catullus Translation of the epitaph on Virgil and Ti- 73 76 92 99 ib . • 100 bullus 101 CONTENTS . Imitation of Tibullus . Translation from Catullus Imitated.
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... soul . * " Your memory beams through this agonized breast . " Private volume . - ED . " I thought this poor brain , fever'd even to madness , Of tears , as of reason , for ever was drain'd ; But the drops which now flow down this bosom ...
... soul . * " Your memory beams through this agonized breast . " Private volume . - ED . " I thought this poor brain , fever'd even to madness , Of tears , as of reason , for ever was drain'd ; But the drops which now flow down this bosom ...
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... souls at least congenial meet , Nor can thy lot my rank disgrace ; Our intercourse is not less sweet , Since worth of rank supplies the place . November , 1802 . * Only printed in the private volume . - ED . REPLY TO SOME VERSES OF ...
... souls at least congenial meet , Nor can thy lot my rank disgrace ; Our intercourse is not less sweet , Since worth of rank supplies the place . November , 1802 . * Only printed in the private volume . - ED . REPLY TO SOME VERSES OF ...
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... soul - telling eye Is dimm'd for a time with a Tear . 3 . Mild Charity's glow , To us mortals below , Shows the soul from barbarity clear ; Compassion will melt Where this virtue is felt , And its dew is diffused in a Tear . * This ...
... soul - telling eye Is dimm'd for a time with a Tear . 3 . Mild Charity's glow , To us mortals below , Shows the soul from barbarity clear ; Compassion will melt Where this virtue is felt , And its dew is diffused in a Tear . * This ...
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... soul wings her flight To the regions of night , * And my corse shall recline on its bier , * And my body shall sleep on its bier . " - Private volume . — ED . As ye pass by the tomb Where my ashes consume 28 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
... soul wings her flight To the regions of night , * And my corse shall recline on its bier , * And my body shall sleep on its bier . " - Private volume . — ED . As ye pass by the tomb Where my ashes consume 28 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
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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.