Select Poets of Great Britain: To which are Prefixed, Criticial Notices of Each AuthorThomas Davison, 1825 - 562 |
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Strona 64
... ( Heav'n knows ) my soul yet ne'er consented to : - For through mine eyes had she her liking seen , Such as my love , such had my lover been . " True love is simple , like his mother truth , Kindly affection , youth to love with youth ...
... ( Heav'n knows ) my soul yet ne'er consented to : - For through mine eyes had she her liking seen , Such as my love , such had my lover been . " True love is simple , like his mother truth , Kindly affection , youth to love with youth ...
Strona 67
... heav'n , The roof where beauty her rich court doth keep , Under whose compass all the stars do sleep . There is one tree , which now I call to mind , Doth bear these verses carved in the rind : " When Geraldine shall sit in thy fair ...
... heav'n , The roof where beauty her rich court doth keep , Under whose compass all the stars do sleep . There is one tree , which now I call to mind , Doth bear these verses carved in the rind : " When Geraldine shall sit in thy fair ...
Strona 79
... shew , The best of all whose days consumed are Either in war , or peace - conceiving war . This concord , madam , of a well - tun'd mind Hath been so set by that in - working hand Of heav'n , that though the world hath done his.
... shew , The best of all whose days consumed are Either in war , or peace - conceiving war . This concord , madam , of a well - tun'd mind Hath been so set by that in - working hand Of heav'n , that though the world hath done his.
Strona 80
... heav'n , that though the world hath done his worst To put it out by discords most unkind , Yet doth it still in perfect union stand With God and man ; nor ever will be forc'd From that most sweet accord ; but still agree , Equal in ...
... heav'n , that though the world hath done his worst To put it out by discords most unkind , Yet doth it still in perfect union stand With God and man ; nor ever will be forc'd From that most sweet accord ; but still agree , Equal in ...
Strona 86
... heav'n , And th ' elemental world , thou see'st , is free : Willy . For a song I do not pass ' Mongst my friends , but what , alas ! Should I have to do with them , That my music do contemn ? Roget . What's the wrong ? Willy ...
... heav'n , And th ' elemental world , thou see'st , is free : Willy . For a song I do not pass ' Mongst my friends , but what , alas ! Should I have to do with them , That my music do contemn ? Roget . What's the wrong ? Willy ...
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Strona 134 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Strona 95 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold, The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Strona 214 - Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Strona 79 - This my full rest shall be; England ne'er mourn for me, Nor more esteem me. Victor I will remain, Or on this earth lie slain; Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me.
Strona 476 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Strona 455 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Strona 97 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Strona 151 - Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Strona 214 - And, amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise : See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand...
Strona 111 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.