The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montombery, Lamb, and Kirke White: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, no. 9, N. Fourth-Street, 1836 - 444 ページ |
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... harp are we indebted for the Bard of Gray . Note 7 , page 3 , col . 2 . Hence home - felt pleasure , etc Who can sufficiently admire the affectionate at- tachment of Plutarch , who thus concludes his enu- meration of the advantages of a ...
... harp are we indebted for the Bard of Gray . Note 7 , page 3 , col . 2 . Hence home - felt pleasure , etc Who can sufficiently admire the affectionate at- tachment of Plutarch , who thus concludes his enu- meration of the advantages of a ...
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... harps at midnight's witching hour ! Born in a trance , we wake , observe , inquire ; And the green earth , the azure sky admire . Of Elfin - size -- for ever as we run , We cast a longer shadow in the sun ! And now a charm , and now a ...
... harps at midnight's witching hour ! Born in a trance , we wake , observe , inquire ; And the green earth , the azure sky admire . Of Elfin - size -- for ever as we run , We cast a longer shadow in the sun ! And now a charm , and now a ...
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... harp to tales of Chivalry Before the great Mastino , ( 19 ) and his guests , The three - and - twenty , by some adverse fortune , By war or treason or domestic malice , Reft of their kingly crowns , reft of their all , And living on his ...
... harp to tales of Chivalry Before the great Mastino , ( 19 ) and his guests , The three - and - twenty , by some adverse fortune , By war or treason or domestic malice , Reft of their kingly crowns , reft of their all , And living on his ...
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... harp - string as struck carelessly , And now - along the corridor it comes- I cannot err , a filling as of baths ! -Ah , no , ' t is but a mockery of the sense , Idle and vain ! We are but where we were ; Still wandering in a City of ...
... harp - string as struck carelessly , And now - along the corridor it comes- I cannot err , a filling as of baths ! -Ah , no , ' t is but a mockery of the sense , Idle and vain ! We are but where we were ; Still wandering in a City of ...
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... harp , His only treasure ; a majestic man , By time and grief ennobled , not subdued ; Though from his height descending , day by day , And , as his upward look at once betray'd , Blind as old Homer . At a fount he sate , Well - known ...
... harp , His only treasure ; a majestic man , By time and grief ennobled , not subdued ; Though from his height descending , day by day , And , as his upward look at once betray'd , Blind as old Homer . At a fount he sate , Well - known ...
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age to age amidst arms art thou beauty behold beneath blest blood bosom breast breath CAPEL LOFFT Charles Lamb charm clouds dark dead death deep delight dream earth eternal father fear fire flame flowers gaze gloom glory Gondoline grace grave Greenland grief hand harp hath heard heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE hope hour Javan land light living lonely look'd Lord lyre mind moon morning mother mountains Muse Nature's never night Note numbers o'er once pale pass'd peace Petrarch PSALM rapture rest rise rock rose round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep slumbers smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit star stood storm sublime sweet tears tempest thee Theodric thine thou thought tomb trembling turn'd vale Venice vex'd voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings woods youth
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148 ページ - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
147 ページ - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
136 ページ - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
146 ページ - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
259 ページ - O'er every foe victorious, He on his throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blest ; The tide of time shall never His covenant remove ; His name shall stand for ever : That name to us is— Love.
149 ページ - I'll forgive your highland chief, My daughter ! — oh ! my daughter...
148 ページ - The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
17 ページ - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future, predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me, and from my friends, be such frigid philosophy as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the...
147 ページ - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save ; So peace instead of death let us bring; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet With the crews, at England's feet ; And make submission meet To our king.
149 ページ - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of Heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer.