Imaginary Conversations, Volumen3

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Página 303 - 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.
Página 453 - In one of those sweet dreams I slept, Kind Nature's gentlest boon ! And all the while my eyes I kept On the descending moon.
Página 210 - He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure ; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal, The past unsighed for, and the future sure...
Página 412 - The nether orange, mix'd with grey. This hairy meteor did denounce The fall of sceptres and of crowns ; With grisly type did represent Declining age of government ; And tell, with hieroglyphic spade, Its own grave and the state's were made...
Página 238 - His head he raised — there was in sight, It caught his eye, he saw it plain — Upon the house-top, glittering bright, A broad and gilded Vane. Then did the boy his tongue unlock ; And thus to me he made reply : " At Kilve there was no weather-cock, And that's the reason why.
Página 364 - Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied. A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man...
Página 453 - Strange fits of passion have I known: And I will dare to tell, But in the Lover's ear alone, What once to me befell. When she I loved looked every day Fresh as a rose in June, I to her cottage bent my way, Beneath an evening-moon.
Página 170 - Friendship is a vase which, when it is flawed by heat or violence or accident, may as well be broken at once ; it can never be trusted after. The more graceful and ornamental it was, the more clearly do we discern the hopelessness of restoring it to its former state. Coarse stones, if they are fractured, may be cemented again; precious ones, never.
Página 308 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 383 - Hark, how each giant oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee, O king, their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To highborn Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.

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