The Book of English ElegiesW. F. March Phillipps Sampson Low, Marston, Searle, & Rivington, 1879 - 316 Seiten |
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... eternal night , Her soul unbodied of the burdenous corpse ; Why then weeps Lobin so , without remorse ? O Lob , thy loss no longer lament , Dido n'is dead , but into heaven pent ; O happy hearse ! Cease now , my Muse , now cease thy ...
... eternal night , Her soul unbodied of the burdenous corpse ; Why then weeps Lobin so , without remorse ? O Lob , thy loss no longer lament , Dido n'is dead , but into heaven pent ; O happy hearse ! Cease now , my Muse , now cease thy ...
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... eternal life . The most you sought was her promotion , For ' twas your heaven she should be advanced ; And weep ye now , seeing she is advanced Above the clouds , as high as heaven itself ? O , in this love , ye love your child so ill ...
... eternal life . The most you sought was her promotion , For ' twas your heaven she should be advanced ; And weep ye now , seeing she is advanced Above the clouds , as high as heaven itself ? O , in this love , ye love your child so ill ...
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... cause at all Affrighting . There , in calm and cooling sleep We our eyes shall never steep , But eternal watch shall keep , Attending Pleasures , such as shall pursue Me immortalized , and 144 ENGLISH ELEGIES . (do )
... cause at all Affrighting . There , in calm and cooling sleep We our eyes shall never steep , But eternal watch shall keep , Attending Pleasures , such as shall pursue Me immortalized , and 144 ENGLISH ELEGIES . (do )
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... eternal book , And , pleased to be outdone , with joy will see Numberless virtues , endless charity ; But more will wonder at so short an age , To find a blank beyond the thirtieth page , And with a pious fear begin to doubt The piece ...
... eternal book , And , pleased to be outdone , with joy will see Numberless virtues , endless charity ; But more will wonder at so short an age , To find a blank beyond the thirtieth page , And with a pious fear begin to doubt The piece ...
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... eternal in the human breast , Man never is , but always to be , blest . The soul , uneasy and confined , from home Rests , and expatiates in a life to come . Lo , the poor Indian ! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds , or hears Him ...
... eternal in the human breast , Man never is , but always to be , blest . The soul , uneasy and confined , from home Rests , and expatiates in a life to come . Lo , the poor Indian ! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds , or hears Him ...
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Seite 150 - 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. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
Seite 281 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ! This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Seite 114 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : — If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Seite 106 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Seite 275 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Seite 181 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : • Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Seite 142 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Seite 298 - Our very hopes belied our fears — Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; she had Another morn than ours!
Seite 131 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, — For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, — And thou must die.
Seite 201 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...