The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Том 2Harper & brothers, 1851 |
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... thou goddess heavenly bright , Profuse of bliss , and pregnant with delight ! Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign , And smiling plenty leads thy wanton train ; Eas'd of her load , subjection grows more light , And poverty looks ...
... thou goddess heavenly bright , Profuse of bliss , and pregnant with delight ! Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign , And smiling plenty leads thy wanton train ; Eas'd of her load , subjection grows more light , And poverty looks ...
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... thou find To sing the furious troops in battle join'da ! Methinks I hear the drum's tumultuous sound , The victor's shouts and dying groans confound ; The dreadful burst of cannon rend the skies , oler & sjanŘIT , 207 the thunder of the ...
... thou find To sing the furious troops in battle join'da ! Methinks I hear the drum's tumultuous sound , The victor's shouts and dying groans confound ; The dreadful burst of cannon rend the skies , oler & sjanŘIT , 207 the thunder of the ...
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... thou reason'st well ! - Else whence this pleasing hope , this fond desire , This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread , and inward horror , Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself , and startles ...
... thou reason'st well ! - Else whence this pleasing hope , this fond desire , This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread , and inward horror , Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself , and startles ...
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... thou shalt flourish in immortal youth , Unhurt amidst the wars of elements , The wreck of matter , and the crush of worlds . What means this heaviness that hangs upon me ? This lethargy that creeps through all my senses ? Nature oppress ...
... thou shalt flourish in immortal youth , Unhurt amidst the wars of elements , The wreck of matter , and the crush of worlds . What means this heaviness that hangs upon me ? This lethargy that creeps through all my senses ? Nature oppress ...
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... Thou saw'st the wide extended deep In all its horrors rise . Confusion dwelt on every face , And fear in every heart , When waves on waves , and gulfs on gulfs , O'ercame the pilot's art . Yet then from all my griefs , O Lord ! Thy ...
... Thou saw'st the wide extended deep In all its horrors rise . Confusion dwelt on every face , And fear in every heart , When waves on waves , and gulfs on gulfs , O'ercame the pilot's art . Yet then from all my griefs , O Lord ! Thy ...
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Стр. 337 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Стр. 584 - If I were an American — as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms ; NEVER ! — NEVER ! — NEVER!
Стр. 337 - Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Стр. 417 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.
Стр. 421 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Стр. 420 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown : May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more...
Стр. 336 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Стр. 46 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the Sun, her Eyes the Gazers strike, And, like the Sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful Ease, and Sweetness void of Pride, Might hide her Faults, if Belles had Faults to hide : If to her share some Female Errors fall, Look on her Face, and you'll forget 'em all. This Nymph, to the Destruction of Mankind, Nourish'd two Locks which graceful hung behind In equal Curls, and well conspir'd to deck With shining Ringlets the smooth Iv'ry Neck.
Стр. 338 - For thee, who, mindful of the unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say...
Стр. 415 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.