Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, Band 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1821 - 807 Seiten |
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... care , strong , heavy , slow , but sure ; Whose ears down - hanging from his thick round head Shall sweep the morning dew , whose clanging voice Awake the mountain Echo in her cell , And shake 38 BOOK I , SOMERVILE .
... care , strong , heavy , slow , but sure ; Whose ears down - hanging from his thick round head Shall sweep the morning dew , whose clanging voice Awake the mountain Echo in her cell , And shake 38 BOOK I , SOMERVILE .
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... head , of the same russet hue , Almost deceiv'd my sight , had not her eyes With life full - beaming her vain wiles betray'd . At distance draw thy pack , let all be hush'd , No clamour loud , no frantic joy be heard , Lest the wild ...
... head , of the same russet hue , Almost deceiv'd my sight , had not her eyes With life full - beaming her vain wiles betray'd . At distance draw thy pack , let all be hush'd , No clamour loud , no frantic joy be heard , Lest the wild ...
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... head he springs With thirst of glory fir'd , and wins the prize . Huntsman , take heed ; they stop in full career . Yon crowding flocks , that at a distance gaze , Have haply foil'd the turf . See ! that old hound , How busily he works ...
... head he springs With thirst of glory fir'd , and wins the prize . Huntsman , take heed ; they stop in full career . Yon crowding flocks , that at a distance gaze , Have haply foil'd the turf . See ! that old hound , How busily he works ...
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... head , the furious pard , Cow'd and subdu'd , flies from the face of man , Nor bears one glance of his commanding eye . So abject is a tyrant in distress ! At last , within the narrow plain confin'd , A listed field , mark'd out for ...
... head , the furious pard , Cow'd and subdu'd , flies from the face of man , Nor bears one glance of his commanding eye . So abject is a tyrant in distress ! At last , within the narrow plain confin'd , A listed field , mark'd out for ...
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... head Their flaming falchions , as the bolts of Jove , Descend unerring . Prostrate on the ground The grinning monsters lie , and their foul gore Defiles the verdant plain . Nor idle stand The trusty slaves ; with pointed spears they ...
... head Their flaming falchions , as the bolts of Jove , Descend unerring . Prostrate on the ground The grinning monsters lie , and their foul gore Defiles the verdant plain . Nor idle stand The trusty slaves ; with pointed spears they ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aurengzebe Balaam Bavius behold blessing blest blood bold breast breath brute Cadenus charms courser court crowd crown'd Dean death dread Dryope e'er Earth ELOISA TO ABELARD Ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear fix'd flame flies foes fool give Gnome Go snacks grace hand happy head hear heart Heaven honour hounds kings knave lady learn'd live lord Lord Bolingbroke loud lov'd madam maid mankind mattadore mind mortal Muse Nature ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once pack Pallas panting passion plain pleas'd pleasure poet praise pride proud quadrille queen race rage reason rise round scorn shade shine skies smiles soft soul spleen stream sweet oblivion Swift Sylphs taught tears Thalestris thee thou thought trembling Twas Umbriel Vanessa Vertumnus vex'd virtue voice WILLIAM SOMERVILE wind wings wise wonder wretch youth
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Seite 176 - 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 206 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Seite 171 - Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel ; And who but wishes to invert the laws Of Order, sins against th
Seite 112 - Who gave the ball or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British Queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes: At every word a reputation dies.
Seite 167 - AWAKE, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan: ' A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot; Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Seite 108 - Some to the sun their insect-wings unfold, Waft on the breeze, or sink in clouds of gold ; Transparent forms, too fine for mortal sight, Their fluid bodies half...
Seite 123 - Oh hadst thou, cruel! been content to seize Hairs less in sight, or any hairs but these!
Seite 175 - See, thro' this air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go! Around, how wide! how deep extend below! Vast chain of Being! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach; from Infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing.
Seite 170 - Heaven 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? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Seite 131 - Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid ; They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires, The virgin's wish without her fears impart, Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart, Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.