Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Southey to CrolyThomas Wardle, 1845 - 760 páginas |
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... mother's breast in play , They in his tones of murmuring pleasure heard A sweet resemblance of the stock - dove's lay , Fondly they named him from that gentle bird ; And soon such happy use endear'd the fitting word . 43 . Days past ...
... mother's breast in play , They in his tones of murmuring pleasure heard A sweet resemblance of the stock - dove's lay , Fondly they named him from that gentle bird ; And soon such happy use endear'd the fitting word . 43 . Days past ...
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... mother bound To life ; even while her grief was at the height , Then in maternal love support she found , And in maternal cares a healing for her wound . 7 . For now her hour is come : a girl is born , Poor infant , all unconscious of ...
... mother bound To life ; even while her grief was at the height , Then in maternal love support she found , And in maternal cares a healing for her wound . 7 . For now her hour is come : a girl is born , Poor infant , all unconscious of ...
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... mother's knowledge seem'd a boundless store . A world it opened to their thoughts , yea , more : Another world beyond this mortal state . Bereft of her they had indeed been poor ; Being left to animal sense , degenerate ; Mere creatures ...
... mother's knowledge seem'd a boundless store . A world it opened to their thoughts , yea , more : Another world beyond this mortal state . Bereft of her they had indeed been poor ; Being left to animal sense , degenerate ; Mere creatures ...
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... Mother fed A Babe divine , who was to judge the dead ; Such power the Spirit gave this awful Child :: Severe he was , and in his anger dread , Yet alway at his Mother's will grew mild , So well did he obey that Maiden undefiled . 52 ...
... Mother fed A Babe divine , who was to judge the dead ; Such power the Spirit gave this awful Child :: Severe he was , and in his anger dread , Yet alway at his Mother's will grew mild , So well did he obey that Maiden undefiled . 52 ...
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... Mother undefiled . 24 . Blame as thou mayst the Papist's erring creed , But not their salutary right of even ! The prayers that from a pious soul proceed , Though misdirected , reach the ear of Heaven . Us , unto whom a purer faith is ...
... Mother undefiled . 24 . Blame as thou mayst the Papist's erring creed , But not their salutary right of even ! The prayers that from a pious soul proceed , Though misdirected , reach the ear of Heaven . Us , unto whom a purer faith is ...
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Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Southey to ... John Aikin Vista de fragmentos - 1852 |
Términos y frases comunes
ADRAMELECH ANATOLIUS arms art thou Barry Cornwall beauty behold beneath bless blest blood bosom breast breath bright brow calm Caswallon CHAMOIS cheek child CLEOPATRA clouds cold Dæmon dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feel flowers FRANKFORT gaze Gebir gentle Gondoline grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hengist holy hour land light live lonely look look'd lord LYSANDER MAGDALENE maid MANFRED Marcian MASTER OF REVELS morn mortal mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once pale pass'd peace pride Proserpina round Samor Saxon scene seem'd shade shore sigh sight silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stood sweet tears tempest thee Theodric thine thought Twas unto voice Vortigern wandering waves ween weep wild WILMOT wind wretched youth
Pasajes populares
Página 555 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower...
Página 585 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Página 143 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 143 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow...
Página 144 - The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her.
Página 258 - Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Página 215 - Alas ! the lofty city ! and alas ! The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas, for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! — but these shall be Her resurrection ; all beside — decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free ! LXXXI.
Página 198 - But hark! that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! arm! it is— it is— the cannon's opening roar! Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
Página 539 - The herded wolves bold only to pursue, The obscene ravens clamorous o'er the dead, The vultures to the conqueror's banner true, Who feed where Desolation first has fed, And whose wings rain contagion...
Página 144 - 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. " 0 haste thee, haste! " the lady cries, " Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.