Hours of idleness. English bards and Scotch reviewers. Hints from Horace. The curse of Minerva. The waltz. Age of bronze. The vision of judgment. Morgante maggioreJohn Murray, 1831 |
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... flow down this bosom of sadness , Convince me the springs have some moisture retain❜d . " Sweet scenes of my childhood ! your blest recollection Has wrung from these eyelids , to weeping long dead , In torrents the tears of my warmest ...
... flow down this bosom of sadness , Convince me the springs have some moisture retain❜d . " Sweet scenes of my childhood ! your blest recollection Has wrung from these eyelids , to weeping long dead , In torrents the tears of my warmest ...
Strona 18
... flow , Time will assuage an infant brother's woe ; To all , save one , is consolation known , While solitary friendship sighs alone . That breast where oft in life I've laid my head , Will yet receive me mouldering with the dead ; This ...
... flow , Time will assuage an infant brother's woe ; To all , save one , is consolation known , While solitary friendship sighs alone . That breast where oft in life I've laid my head , Will yet receive me mouldering with the dead ; This ...
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... d to mine , The tears that from my eyelids flow'd Were lost in those which fell from thine . * Printed only in the private volume . - ED . 4 . Thou could'st not feel my burning cheek , HOURS OF IDLENESS . 43 To Caroline.
... d to mine , The tears that from my eyelids flow'd Were lost in those which fell from thine . * Printed only in the private volume . - ED . 4 . Thou could'st not feel my burning cheek , HOURS OF IDLENESS . 43 To Caroline.
Strona 46
... flow ; Let us pass round the cup of love's bliss in full measure , And quaff the contents as our nectar below . 1805 ... flows no tear , from my lips fall no curses , I blast not the fiends who have hurled me from bliss ; is the soul ...
... flow ; Let us pass round the cup of love's bliss in full measure , And quaff the contents as our nectar below . 1805 ... flows no tear , from my lips fall no curses , I blast not the fiends who have hurled me from bliss ; is the soul ...
Strona 49
... flow , Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love ! * These stanzas were printed in the private volume , and in the first edition of Hours of Idleness , but omitted in the second . - ED . + " Those tissues of fancy Moriah § has ...
... flow , Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love ! * These stanzas were printed in the private volume , and in the first edition of Hours of Idleness , but omitted in the second . - ED . + " Those tissues of fancy Moriah § has ...
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Anacreon Asmodeus bard beams beauty behold beneath blest bosom breast Calmar Capel Lofft CATULLUS dare dark dead dear death deeds dream e'en earth Edinburgh Review edition of Hours fame fate fear feel flame foes fond forget friendship gentle glory glow grave heart heaven heroes honour hope Hours of Idleness Hours of Idleness.-ED king kiss Latian lines live Lochlin Lord Byron love's last adieu lyre Mathon Morgante Morven muse ne'er never NEWSTEAD ABBEY night Nisus Nisus and Euryalus note by Lord numbers o'er once Orla Orlando Oscar pangs poem poet Pomposus praise pride printed private volume private volume.-ED remembrance resign rhyme rise roll Saint Peter scarce scene shade sigh sire sleep smile song soothe soul Southey stanzas strain tears thee thine thou throng tomb truth verse virtues voice wave weep wing youth
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Strona 409 - God save the king !" It is a large economy In God to save the like ; but if he will Be saving, all the better ; for not one am I Of those who think damnation better still...
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Strona 331 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Strona 225 - ... shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose ; Convincing all, by demonstration plain, Poetic souls delight in prose insane ; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of
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Strona 18 - No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep, But living statues there are seen to weep ; Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb, Affliction's self deplores thy youthful doom.
Strona 145 - Years have roll'd on, Loch na Garr, since I left you, Years must elapse, ere I tread you again: Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you, Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain: England! thy beauties are tame and domestic, To one who has rov'd on the mountains afar: Oh! for the crags that are wild and majestic, The steep, frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr.