The Powers of Genius: A Poem, in Three PartsJohn Conrad & Company, 1802 - 191 |
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... Thou murmuring breeze ! O bear upon thy wing That strain , which flows from Petrarch's * mourn- ' ful string . 120 speak those charms which Petrarch's Laura wears ! O breathe. heart . Dr. Johnson in his criticism upon Virgil's Ec- logues ...
... Thou murmuring breeze ! O bear upon thy wing That strain , which flows from Petrarch's * mourn- ' ful string . 120 speak those charms which Petrarch's Laura wears ! O breathe. heart . Dr. Johnson in his criticism upon Virgil's Ec- logues ...
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... ; had I been of riper age and understanding I would not have sought them . Old men love only what is useful ; young men run after appearances , without regarding their end Thou stream of Time ! bear in thy course , OF GENIUS . 63.
... ; had I been of riper age and understanding I would not have sought them . Old men love only what is useful ; young men run after appearances , without regarding their end Thou stream of Time ! bear in thy course , OF GENIUS . 63.
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A Poem, in Three Parts John Blair Linn. Thou stream of Time ! bear in thy course , along , The early lustre of Italian song ! This crown rendered me neither more wise nor more elo- quent ; it only served to raise envy , and to deprive me ...
A Poem, in Three Parts John Blair Linn. Thou stream of Time ! bear in thy course , along , The early lustre of Italian song ! This crown rendered me neither more wise nor more elo- quent ; it only served to raise envy , and to deprive me ...
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... Thou tyrant of the heart , sublime Rousseau ! Thou son of Genius , and thou sport of Woe ! Why did not virtue prompt thy wond'rous page , And purest love repress thy lawless rage ? Thine Eloisa then had reign'd alone , And held the ...
... Thou tyrant of the heart , sublime Rousseau ! Thou son of Genius , and thou sport of Woe ! Why did not virtue prompt thy wond'rous page , And purest love repress thy lawless rage ? Thine Eloisa then had reign'd alone , And held the ...
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... thou , Mary , * doom'd so soon to bleed ? How sweet and musically flows that lay , Which now in murmurs softly dies away ; 250 * Who does not wish to vindicate the character of Mary , queen of Scots ? What heart has not bled over her ...
... thou , Mary , * doom'd so soon to bleed ? How sweet and musically flows that lay , Which now in murmurs softly dies away ; 250 * Who does not wish to vindicate the character of Mary , queen of Scots ? What heart has not bled over her ...
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Strona 126 - Nor think, though men were none, That Heaven would want spectators, God want praise. Millions of spiritual creatures walk the Earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep: All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often, from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket, have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator!
Strona 123 - The enemy said, I will pursue, I will overtake, I will divide the spoil; my lust shall be satisfied upon them; I will draw my sword, my hand shall destroy them.
Strona 145 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
Strona 118 - I will also make it a possession for the bittern, and pools of water: and I will sweep it with the besom of destruction, saith the Lord of hosts.
Strona 125 - The secrets of the hoary deep, a dark Illimitable ocean, without bound, Without dimension, where length, breadth, and height, And time, and place, are lost ; where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.
Strona 120 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up : It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his Maker?
Strona 121 - O God, thou art terrible out of thy holy places: the God of Israel is he that giveth strength and power unto his people. Blessed be God.
Strona 119 - Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high ? She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place. From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off. Her young ones also suck up blood : and where the slain are, there is she.
Strona 128 - The seat of desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? Thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves ; There rest, if any rest can harbour there...
Strona 144 - ... winds. From that time ever since, the sad friends of truth, such as durst appear, imitating the careful search that Isis made for the mangled body of Osiris, went up and down gathering up limb by limb still as they could find them. We have not yet found them all, Lords and Commons, nor ever shall do, till her master's second coming; he shall bring together every joint and member, and shall mould them into an immortal feature of loveliness and perfection.