Bell's Edition, 第 101~102 巻J. Bell, 1800 |
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... A vap'ry deluge hiding earth and heav'n . Thus all day long ; and now the beamless sun Sets as in blood : a dreadful pause ensues , E 549 550 560 1 1 Deceitful calm , portending fefter storm . a at befor Canto I. 49 THE EXCURSION.
... A vap'ry deluge hiding earth and heav'n . Thus all day long ; and now the beamless sun Sets as in blood : a dreadful pause ensues , E 549 550 560 1 1 Deceitful calm , portending fefter storm . a at befor Canto I. 49 THE EXCURSION.
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... blood proclaim'd , and at my heels " Let loose the murd'rous cry of human hounds : " And this blind fury of commission'd rage , " Of party vengeance , to a fatal foe , " Known and abhorr'd for deeds of direst name , " Was givin in ...
... blood proclaim'd , and at my heels " Let loose the murd'rous cry of human hounds : " And this blind fury of commission'd rage , " Of party vengeance , to a fatal foe , " Known and abhorr'd for deeds of direst name , " Was givin in ...
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... blood , With words that weep and strains that agonize ; Can all this mournful magic of thy voice Tell what Amyntor feels ? " O Heav'n ! art thou --- " What have , I heard ? --- Aurelius ! art thou he ? --- " Confusion ! horror ...
... blood , With words that weep and strains that agonize ; Can all this mournful magic of thy voice Tell what Amyntor feels ? " O Heav'n ! art thou --- " What have , I heard ? --- Aurelius ! art thou he ? --- " Confusion ! horror ...
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... blood ? Call home thy sense ; " " Know what thou art , and own his hand most just Rewarding or afflicting --- But say on ; << " My soul yet trembling at thy frantic deed , " Recalls thy words , recalls their dire import : here fear ...
... blood ? Call home thy sense ; " " Know what thou art , and own his hand most just Rewarding or afflicting --- But say on ; << " My soul yet trembling at thy frantic deed , " Recalls thy words , recalls their dire import : here fear ...
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... blood ; 66 For crimes like his ---- " " Rolando's son ! Just Heav'n ! 380 " Ha ! here ? and in my pow'r ? a war of thoughts , " All terrible arising , shakes my frame 391 With doubtful conflict . By one stroke to reach " The father's ...
... blood ; 66 For crimes like his ---- " " Rolando's son ! Just Heav'n ! 380 " Ha ! here ? and in my pow'r ? a war of thoughts , " All terrible arising , shakes my frame 391 With doubtful conflict . By one stroke to reach " The father's ...
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amid AMYNTOR AND THEODORA ascending ascending sun Aurelius beam behold beneath bless'd bliss blood bosom breast breath BRITISH LIBRARY Canto charms cheerful chyle clime cloud dare dark DAVID MALLET death deep dread earth ev'n ev'ry EXCURSION fair fame fate fear fix'd flame flood gen'rous genius good-natur'd grace hand Health heart heav'n hill horror hour Hymen Invermay isle Lewis Theobald light Lord Mallet mankind morn mortal mournful Muse Nature Nature pants Nature's night o'er once pain pale plain Poem pow'r praise pride rage rais'd rapture rise round scene Scholiast sense serene shade shore SIEGE OF DAMASCUS silence skies slow smile soft song soul sound spread storm stream sweet swell taste tears tempest tender thee thine thou thought thro toil vale vermil vex'd virtue waste wave wild winds wing woes wonder youth
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59 ページ - TwAS at the silent solemn hour When night and morning meet, In glided Marg'ret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet. ". Her face was like an April morn Clad in a wintry cloud, And clay-cold was her lily hand That held her sable
60 ページ - Why did you promise love to me, " And not that promise keep? " Why did you swear my eyes were bright, " Yet leave those eyes to weep? ».
59 ページ - Marg'ret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet. ". Her face was like an April morn Clad in a wintry cloud, And clay-cold was her lily hand That held her sable
117 ページ - north And bleak affliction of the peevish east. O when the growling winds contend, and all The sounding forest fluctuates in the storm, To sink in warm repose and hear the din
179 ページ - own fire, 495 Who with bold rage or solemn pomp of sounds Inflames, exalts, and ravishes the soul; Now tender, plaintive, sweet almost to pain, In love dissolves you ; now in sprightly strains Breathes a gay rapture thro' your thrilling breast, Or melts the heart with airs divinely sad,
168 ページ - the lighten'd soul, And sanguine hopes dispel your fleeting care, And what was difficult and what was dire Yields to your prowess and superior stars : The happiest you of all that e'er were mad, 175 Or are or shall
141 ページ - The vocal forest with the jovial horn. But if the breathless chase o'er hill and dale Exceed your strength, a sport of less fatigue, Not less delightful, the prolific stream Affords. The crystal rivulet that o'er 70 A
142 ページ - blest In rural innocence, thy mountains still Teem with the fleecy race, thy tuneful woods For ever flourish, and thy vales look gay 85 With painted meadows and the golden grain! Oft with thy blooming
166 ページ - Hence some for love and some for jealousy, For grim religion some, and some for pride* 115 Have lost their reason ; some for fear of want Want all their lives; and others ev'ry day For fear of dying suffer worse than death. Ah! from your bosoms
48 ページ - An endless desert, where extreme of cold Eternal sits, as in his native seat, On wintry hills of never-thawing ice! Such Saturn's earth; and yet ev'n here the sight Amid these doleful scenes new matter finds Of wonder and delight! a mighty ring, On each side rising from