The Cambridge University Magazine, Том 1,Выпуск 1W.P. Grant, 1840 |
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... sweets and blossoms . With such materiel , who shall dare to cavil ? " ' Tis not in mortals to command success , But we'll do more , Sempronius - we'll deserve it . ” March 1839. - VOL . I.—NO. I. THE EDITOR . B THE POETS OF ENGLAND WHO ...
... sweets and blossoms . With such materiel , who shall dare to cavil ? " ' Tis not in mortals to command success , But we'll do more , Sempronius - we'll deserve it . ” March 1839. - VOL . I.—NO. I. THE EDITOR . B THE POETS OF ENGLAND WHO ...
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... Sweet is it to walk upon a summer's evening , and commune with the beauties of nature , -to worship God in the sanctuary of his temple , and in the pride of his holiness ! His temple is the universe of existing things . His shrine is ...
... Sweet is it to walk upon a summer's evening , and commune with the beauties of nature , -to worship God in the sanctuary of his temple , and in the pride of his holiness ! His temple is the universe of existing things . His shrine is ...
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O how divinely fair that face , And what a sweet resistless grace On every feature dwells ; And on those features all the while , The softness of each frequent smile , Her sweet good nature tells . O Love ! I'm thine , no more I sing ...
O how divinely fair that face , And what a sweet resistless grace On every feature dwells ; And on those features all the while , The softness of each frequent smile , Her sweet good nature tells . O Love ! I'm thine , no more I sing ...
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... sweet harper of time - shrouded minstrelsy ! " in the time of adversity thy friends were unfaithful - thine enemies were malicious ; thou wast neglected , despised , persecuted , and yet thou didst not forget those who had a hold on thy ...
... sweet harper of time - shrouded minstrelsy ! " in the time of adversity thy friends were unfaithful - thine enemies were malicious ; thou wast neglected , despised , persecuted , and yet thou didst not forget those who had a hold on thy ...
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... sweet youth , in as tender an elegy as ever flowed from a feeling heart . " — Knox's Essays . We select a few specimens of Chatterton's Poems for the gratification of our readers . We begin with the tragedy of Ella . If Shakspeare had ...
... sweet youth , in as tender an elegy as ever flowed from a feeling heart . " — Knox's Essays . We select a few specimens of Chatterton's Poems for the gratification of our readers . We begin with the tragedy of Ella . If Shakspeare had ...
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Стр. 377 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Стр. 227 - ST. AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Стр. 377 - The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Стр. 503 - The ample proposition, that hope makes In all designs begun on earth below, Fails in the promis'd largeness : checks and disasters Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd ; As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap, Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain Tortive and errant6 from his course of growth. Nor, princes, is it matter new to us, That we come short of our suppose so far, That, after seven years...
Стр. 323 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Стр. 323 - I hear of poets' fury tell, But, God wot, wot not what they mean by it; And this I swear by blackest brook of hell, I am no pick-purse of another's wit. How falls it then, that with so smooth an ease My thoughts I speak; and what I speak doth flow In verse, and that my verse best wits doth please ? Guess we the cause ? What, is it this : Fie, no. Or so ? Much less.
Стр. 93 - Blind, old, and lonely, when his country's pride The priest, the slave, and the liberticide Trampled and mocked with many a loathed rite Of lust and blood; he went, unterrified, Into the gulf of death; but his clear Sprite Yet reigns o'er earth; the third among the sons of light.
Стр. 100 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
Стр. 100 - When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot.
Стр. 90 - MANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track ; Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...