English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1844 |
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Pagina 8
... stream , that must for ever hide me . Vain pomp and glory of this world ! I hate ye ! I feel my heart new open'd . O , how wretched Is that poor man , that hangs on princes ' favours ! There is , betwixt that smile we would aspire to ...
... stream , that must for ever hide me . Vain pomp and glory of this world ! I hate ye ! I feel my heart new open'd . O , how wretched Is that poor man , that hangs on princes ' favours ! There is , betwixt that smile we would aspire to ...
Pagina 19
... stream . Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakspeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever , against eating cares , Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to ...
... stream . Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakspeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever , against eating cares , Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to ...
Pagina 24
... stream Of lively portraiture display'd , Softly on my eye - lids laid . And , as I wake , sweet music breathe Above , about , or underneath , Sent by some spirit to mortals good , Or the unseen genius of the wood . But let my due feet ...
... stream Of lively portraiture display'd , Softly on my eye - lids laid . And , as I wake , sweet music breathe Above , about , or underneath , Sent by some spirit to mortals good , Or the unseen genius of the wood . But let my due feet ...
Pagina 71
... streams upon her stream , and glass'd within it glows , Fill'd with the face of heaven , which , from afar , Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues , From the rich sunset to the rising star , Their magical variety diffuse : And now ...
... streams upon her stream , and glass'd within it glows , Fill'd with the face of heaven , which , from afar , Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues , From the rich sunset to the rising star , Their magical variety diffuse : And now ...
Pagina 87
... stream Pay , for short rains in season given , Their tribute to the genial Heaven ; Why waste your treasures of delight Upon our thankless , joyless sight ; Who day by day to sin awake , Seldom of heaven and you partake ? Oh ! timely ...
... stream Pay , for short rains in season given , Their tribute to the genial Heaven ; Why waste your treasures of delight Upon our thankless , joyless sight ; Who day by day to sin awake , Seldom of heaven and you partake ? Oh ! timely ...
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Pagina 38 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Pagina 44 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! But the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Pagina 41 - Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow. And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Pagina 48 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Pagina 16 - Hence loathed Melancholy Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian Cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings...
Pagina 14 - And portance in my travel's history : Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, such was the process ; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Pagina 11 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pagina 44 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Pagina 19 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry ; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Pagina 8 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.