The triumph of old age, an elegiac poem |
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... sound of the numbers correspond with the sense . The Poem was finished before last Midsummer ; but unexpected delays have prevented its publication till the present moment . No pains have been spared to revise , correct , change , add ...
... sound of the numbers correspond with the sense . The Poem was finished before last Midsummer ; but unexpected delays have prevented its publication till the present moment . No pains have been spared to revise , correct , change , add ...
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... d which fill'd the busy day , And ev'ry noisy scene is hush'd around ; Save only where the wand'rer on his way , Turns at the light to catch some distant sound ' Tis rain , ' tis darkness , and the Triumph of Old Age. ...
... d which fill'd the busy day , And ev'ry noisy scene is hush'd around ; Save only where the wand'rer on his way , Turns at the light to catch some distant sound ' Tis rain , ' tis darkness , and the Triumph of Old Age. ...
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... sounds on ev'ry neighbour's tongue ; This the misfortune that was felt by all ; These were the griefs of an admiring throng ; And these the tears afflicted friends let fall . ' Tis ours the loss , while sorrowing here on earth , We lose ...
... sounds on ev'ry neighbour's tongue ; This the misfortune that was felt by all ; These were the griefs of an admiring throng ; And these the tears afflicted friends let fall . ' Tis ours the loss , while sorrowing here on earth , We lose ...
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... sound , And ev'ry footstep but deludes the more . " Tis like a dream that makes me to forget , That thou hast left us , and thy race is run ; Or to suspend a moment my regret , That the most virtuous of her sex is gone . The view is ...
... sound , And ev'ry footstep but deludes the more . " Tis like a dream that makes me to forget , That thou hast left us , and thy race is run ; Or to suspend a moment my regret , That the most virtuous of her sex is gone . The view is ...
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... sound ; His skill is useless , the musician flings Dashing the lyre , and breaks it on the ground . And , Lady , thus thy gentle mind was stor'd With mild affections , which would make it last ; No fretful passions strain'd its slender ...
... sound ; His skill is useless , the musician flings Dashing the lyre , and breaks it on the ground . And , Lady , thus thy gentle mind was stor'd With mild affections , which would make it last ; No fretful passions strain'd its slender ...
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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...