Select Works of the British Poets, in a Chronological Series from Ben Jonson to Beattie: With Biographical and Critical NoticesT. Wardle, 1843 - 807 Seiten |
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... stood on the bare strand , While the promiscuous cloud stood yet aloof . The chief were those , who , from the pit of Hell lost , If such astonishment as this can scize Eternal spirits ; or have ye chos'n this place After the toil of ...
... stood on the bare strand , While the promiscuous cloud stood yet aloof . The chief were those , who , from the pit of Hell lost , If such astonishment as this can scize Eternal spirits ; or have ye chos'n this place After the toil of ...
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... stood Her temple on the offensive mountain , built By that uxorious king , whose heart , though large , Beguil'd by fair idolatresses , fell To idols foul . Thammuz came next behind , Whose annual wound in Lebanon allur'd The Syrian ...
... stood Her temple on the offensive mountain , built By that uxorious king , whose heart , though large , Beguil'd by fair idolatresses , fell To idols foul . Thammuz came next behind , Whose annual wound in Lebanon allur'd The Syrian ...
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... Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness ; nor appear'd Less than arch - angel ruin'd , and the excess Of glory obscur'd : as when the Sun , new risen , Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of ...
... Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness ; nor appear'd Less than arch - angel ruin'd , and the excess Of glory obscur'd : as when the Sun , new risen , Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of ...
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... stood Un'errified , and like a comet burn'd , That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In the arctic sky , and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war . Each at the head Levell'd his deadly aim ; their fatal hands No second stroke ...
... stood Un'errified , and like a comet burn'd , That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In the arctic sky , and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war . Each at the head Levell'd his deadly aim ; their fatal hands No second stroke ...
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... stood , and like a furnace mouth Befall'n us , unforeseen , unthought of ; know , I come no enemy , but to set free From out this dark and dismal house of pain Both him and thee , and all the heavenly host Of spirits , that , in our ...
... stood , and like a furnace mouth Befall'n us , unforeseen , unthought of ; know , I come no enemy , but to set free From out this dark and dismal house of pain Both him and thee , and all the heavenly host Of spirits , that , in our ...
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Abra angels arms beauty behold beneath blest bliss blood breast breath bright call'd charms Cloacina clouds courser crown'd Dagon dark death deep delight divine dread Earth ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear fire fix'd flame flies glory grace hand happy hast hath head heart Heaven Hell hills honor hope join'd king labor light live lord lov'd Lubberkin lyre maid mighty mind mortal Muse ne'er never night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er once pain passion peace plain pleas'd poison'd praise pride proud quire race rage rais'd reign rise round Satan seem'd shade shine sight sing smile soft song soon soul spirit Spleen stood stream swain sweet taste tears tempest Thalestris Thebes thee Theseus thine things thou thought throne trembling turn'd Twas vex'd Virg virtue voice winds wings wise woods youth
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Seite 19 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear...
Seite 58 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures...
Seite 20 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Seite 44 - Eternal coeternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate! Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Seite 363 - Great in the earth as in th" ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze. Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent. Spreads undivided, operates unspent : Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part. As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns. As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills. he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Seite 31 - What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.
Seite 383 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires, Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Seite 18 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry ; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon...
Seite 44 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Seite 146 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small...