The Solitary; Or, a Lay from the West; with Other Poems, in English and LatinJoseph Masters, 1853 - Всего страниц: 156 |
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ANGEL Bantry Bay Baptist's eve beam Behold beneath bird blaze bliss Braddons breast breath bright brow calm Cantilena ad Zephyrum Carmen sanctum Carmen sanctum ad curlew dark deep dost thou dread dreams e'er earth face fame flower foes fremens gainst gaze gemens Glengariff glow gremio hand hast heart heaven HEXAMETERS holy hope hour Illi John's Eve life's light Lord man's manus mihi mind Miserere mountains MUSAM muse Nature's ne'er neath night numbers numine nunc Nunquam o'er omne Omni Ovid pealing Pericles poet's praise Quæ Quondam round sanctum ad Virginem scene semper shade sigh sine sing smile song soul spirits Stanza stars sublime superbè sweet tears thee thine eye Thou saw'st thought throne Tibi tide TO-DAY to-night toil tongue Torquay trod truth Tuâ tuam Tunc Vale weep Whate'er whilst wild wing wonder wondrous
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Стр. 154 - How loved, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall like those they sung, Deaf the praised ear, and mute the tuneful tongue. Even he, whose soul now melts in mournful lays, Shall shortly want the generous tear he pays...
Стр. 154 - So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name, What once had beauty, titles, wealth, and fame. How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot 5 A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Стр. 154 - On parent knees, a naked new-born child Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled ; So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep, Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep.
Стр. 154 - Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the praised ear, and mute the tuneful tongue. Ev'n he, whose soul now melts in mournful lays, Shall shortly want the gen'rous tear he pays: Then from his closing eyes thy form shall part, And the last pang shall tear thee from his heart, Life's idle business at one gasp be o'er, The muse forgot, and thou be loved no more I PROLOGUE TO MR.
Стр. 36 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.