The triumph of old age, an elegiac poem |
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... better than the solace of regret , I grant ' tis unavailing ; yet I love The weakness , not asham'd to shed a tear , And call the aid of memory , to rove O'er scenes now vanish'd , but for ever dear . ' Tis this inspires the elegiac ...
... better than the solace of regret , I grant ' tis unavailing ; yet I love The weakness , not asham'd to shed a tear , And call the aid of memory , to rove O'er scenes now vanish'd , but for ever dear . ' Tis this inspires the elegiac ...
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... better known , Than when commended in a friendly song . I too , tho ' lowly in the Muse's train , Have not less yielded to its soothing pow'r ; ' Tis this gives inspiration to my strain , And now supports me at this lonesome hour ...
... better known , Than when commended in a friendly song . I too , tho ' lowly in the Muse's train , Have not less yielded to its soothing pow'r ; ' Tis this gives inspiration to my strain , And now supports me at this lonesome hour ...
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... better than an empty dream ? No ! let me cherish still the love of praise , Tho ' some may call it frailty ; for it feeds The gen'rous spark not yet extinct , and lays Foundation that shall rise to virtuous deeds . The Muses are ...
... better than an empty dream ? No ! let me cherish still the love of praise , Tho ' some may call it frailty ; for it feeds The gen'rous spark not yet extinct , and lays Foundation that shall rise to virtuous deeds . The Muses are ...
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... better part ; 3 The fear of God was fix'd in ev'ry thought , And His love deeply graven in thy heart . How blest is he , who in his early youth , Is not unhing'd in what he should believe ! But forms those habits that adhere to truth ...
... better part ; 3 The fear of God was fix'd in ev'ry thought , And His love deeply graven in thy heart . How blest is he , who in his early youth , Is not unhing'd in what he should believe ! But forms those habits that adhere to truth ...
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... better to deserve and miss reward , " Than undeserving that reward to gain . " Thus from experience sung the Lusian bard , And fam'd Cervantes bled and wrote in vain , 7 Thus Hooker " ate his bread in privacy , ” 72 CANTO IV . TRIUMPH OF.
... better to deserve and miss reward , " Than undeserving that reward to gain . " Thus from experience sung the Lusian bard , And fam'd Cervantes bled and wrote in vain , 7 Thus Hooker " ate his bread in privacy , ” 72 CANTO IV . TRIUMPH OF.
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admir'd admiration anguish ashes beauty blessings blest bliss bloom Boconnoc Bodmin bosom breast breath CANTO VII charms Christian Cicero clos'd Copies Coppet Cornwall death Don Quixote dwell e'er earth earthly ELEGIAC POEM END OF CANTO Ev'n ev'ry Exmouth eyes faith favour'd feel Flow'r fond friends friendship gen'rous Gilbert glowing grace grave grief heart Heav'n heav'nly Helston honour hope hour husband Ilfracombe immortal indulgence Lady lengthen'd Ligusticum lov'd mem'ry mild mind Mount Edgcumbe mourn nature's ne'er never Norwich NOTES TO CANTO numbers o'er Old Age pain pang passion path Petrarch pious pow'r praise prospects rapture rise scene seem'd Seraph shed sigh smile soothes sorrows soul Spirits sprightly stanza struggle tears tell thee Thou thought thro tomb Trionfo Della Morte Triumph of Old Twas thine Valletort verse vigour virtue virtuous voice weep widow'd wither'd Withiel woes woman youth
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Стр. 166 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And , as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shape , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Стр. 163 - Of old hast THOU laid the foundation of the earth : And the heavens are the work of thy hands. They shall perish, but THOU shalt endure : Yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment ; As a vesture shalt THOU change them, and they shall be changed : But THOU art the same, And thy years shall have no end.
Стр. 175 - Shame that skulks behind; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visaged comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing dart.
Стр. 161 - Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts; shut not thy merciful ears to our prayer; but spare us, Lord most holy, O God most mighty, O holy and merciful Saviour, thou most worthy Judge eternal, suffer us not, at our last hour, for any pains of death, to fall from thee.
Стр. i - Seco sorride , e sol di te sospira ; E sua fama che spira In molte parti ancor per la tua lingua , Prega che non estingua ; Anzi la voce al suo nome rischiari , Se gli occhi suoi ti fur dolci né cari.
Стр. 175 - O' Potestade , disse, sublimada ! Que ameaço divino . ou que segredo Este clima , e este mar nos apresenta , Que mor cousa parece, que tormenta ? Não acabava , quando huma figura Se nos mostra no ar, robusta e valida , De disforme e grandissima estatura , O rosto carregado , a barba esqualida , Os olhos encovados , ea postura Medonha e má , ea cor terrena e pallida , Cheios de terra , e crespos os cabellos , A boca negra, os dentes amarellos.
Стр. 167 - Tennemi Amor anni ventuno ardendo Lieto nel foco, e nel duol pien di speme; Poi che Madonna e '1 mio cor seco insieme Saliro al ciel , dieci altri anni piangendo.
Стр. 164 - A guisa d' un soave e chiaro lume, Cui nutrimento a poco a poco manca; Tenendo al fin il suo usato costume; Pallida no, ma più che neve bianca Che senza vento in un bel colle fiocchi; Parea posar come persona stanca. Quasi un dolce dormir ne' suoi begli occhi, Sendo lo spirto già da lei diviso, Era quel che morir chiaman gli sciocchi.
Стр. 176 - Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God of His great mercy to take unto Himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground .... in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life...
Стр. 171 - I have begun, unless I be removed into some quiet parsonage, where I may see God's blessings spring out of my mother earth, and eat my own bread in peace and privacy...