Letters of Anna Seward: Written Between the Years 1784 and 1807, 第 1 巻A. Constable, 1811 - 432 ページ |
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Adieu admire agreeable amiable amongst ANNA SEWARD Avignon bard beautiful benevolence blank verse celebrated character charming cold composition criticism dear delight Dewes Dr Johnson elegant envy Epic Poetry epithets excellence eyes fame fancy father feel flattering genius gentleman Gentleman's Magazine GEORGE HARDINGE Gibraltar glow graces happiness Hayley Hayley's heart honour hope hour idea imagination ingenious interest Knowles lady late LETTER Lichfield light literary Lord Lucy Porter lyre Madam March 25 Milton mind MISS WESTON Monody morning muse nature never nymph observe odes Ossian Paradise Lost passages perhaps Petrarch Piozzi pleasure poem poet poetic poetry praise prose regret rendered rhyme rocks scene sensibility Seward Shakespeare shew sonnet Sophia spirit style sublime sure sweet talents taste thou tion truth Vaucluse verse virtues Whalley WILLIAM HAYLEY wish writings youth
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358 ページ - 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 to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
354 ページ - Moreover the light of the moon shall be as the light of the sun, and the light of the sun shall be sevenfold, as the light of seven days, in the day that the LORD bindeth up the breach of his people, and healeth the stroke of their wound.
110 ページ - This pow'r has praise that virtue scarce can warm, Till fame supplies the universal charm. Yet Reason frowns on War's unequal game, Where wasted nations raise a single name; And mortgag'd states their grandsires...
216 ページ - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted...
247 ページ - ... sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch: Fire answers fire; and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber'd face: Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents, The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.
19 ページ - In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun : which cometh forth as a bridegroom out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a giant to run his course.
205 ページ - Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage, Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep.
358 ページ - 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.
216 ページ - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill...
217 ページ - Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.