Desultory Thoughts in London: Titus and Gisippus, with Other PoemsC. and H. Baldwyn, 1821 - 251 стор. |
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... path , All from thee comes ! When thou wert far away , The lays I breath'd all told of grief and scath ; They were but shadows of a better day.— Me thou refreshest as the earth spring - showers ; Due is the wreath to Her who rais'd its ...
... path , All from thee comes ! When thou wert far away , The lays I breath'd all told of grief and scath ; They were but shadows of a better day.— Me thou refreshest as the earth spring - showers ; Due is the wreath to Her who rais'd its ...
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... path so even , To thee to be progressive , it is given ! Thus , like the stream I mention'd , whose guess'd way , The richer hues that round that way have thriven , So clear and calm it is , alone betray ; To all around thee , thou mute ...
... path so even , To thee to be progressive , it is given ! Thus , like the stream I mention'd , whose guess'd way , The richer hues that round that way have thriven , So clear and calm it is , alone betray ; To all around thee , thou mute ...
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... path , Oh , may she be a lamp , light to his feet ! While she remains with him , still is thy wrath On him not pour'd with violence complete : It is a heavy toil , but heart she hath That maketh light of woe , joying to meet The storm ...
... path , Oh , may she be a lamp , light to his feet ! While she remains with him , still is thy wrath On him not pour'd with violence complete : It is a heavy toil , but heart she hath That maketh light of woe , joying to meet The storm ...
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... path in steadiness , In solitude , and in sublimity ; None ever knew his desolate distress , And none shall ever know it now from me . But with a love , temper'd with awfulness , Have I beheld the forc'd serenity , That , like envelope ...
... path in steadiness , In solitude , and in sublimity ; None ever knew his desolate distress , And none shall ever know it now from me . But with a love , temper'd with awfulness , Have I beheld the forc'd serenity , That , like envelope ...
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... path strictly to steer . 48 . Nay , more- -Thou hast contriv'd to be that child , And not alone hast held , through duty's path , In lofty unimpeachableness , and mild , Thy way , but through strange suffering , and scath Of worldly ...
... path strictly to steer . 48 . Nay , more- -Thou hast contriv'd to be that child , And not alone hast held , through duty's path , In lofty unimpeachableness , and mild , Thy way , but through strange suffering , and scath Of worldly ...
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Desultory Thoughts in London,: Titus and Gisippus, with Other Poems Charles Lloyd Повний перегляд - 1821 |
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agony art thou Athens aught Behold beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom Boccacio bosom bowers breast breath breeze cause CHARLES LLOYD charms Croesus dear deed deep dost doth dream dropping theories duty and desire dwell e'en e'er earth endued exquisite faith fascinating song fate faultering fear feel felt flowers forms fragrance Frank converse Gisippus grace hath haunt heart heaven honour hope hour human illegitimacies Imagination immortal knew Lesbia life's lips lofty lov'd maid man's mind mortal muse mystery Nature's ne'er neath never night o'er once passion path pleasure poor praise press'd rapture Religion rich scene seem'd sense shew shrink smile solitude Sophronia sorrows soul spirit steal stream sublime sway sweet tears thee theme thence things Thou art thou hast thought Titus treasure triumph truth twas Twixt twould voice whate'er whence youth
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Сторінка 9 - What if God, willing to shew his wrath, and to make his power known, endured with much longsuffering the vessels of wrath fitted to destruction...
Сторінка 72 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Сторінка vii - Si je veux peindre le printemps, il faut que je sois en hiver; si je veux décrire un beau paysage, il faut que je sois dans des murs; et j'ai dit cent fois que si jamais j'étais mis à la Bastille, j'y ferais le tableau de la liberté.
Сторінка 18 - Oh [Lamb], thou art a mystery to me! Thou art so prudent, and so mad with wildness, Thou art a source of everlasting glee ! Yet desolation of the very childless Has been thy lot! Never in one like thee Did I see worth majestic from its mildness ; So far, in thee, from being an annoyance E'en to the vicious, 'tis a source of joyance.
Сторінка 186 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.
Сторінка 24 - No ! with magnanimous self-sacrifice, And lofty inadvertency of fame, He felt there is a bliss in being wise, Quite independent of the wise man's name. Who now can say how many a soul may rise To a nobility of moral aim It ne'er had known, but for that spirit brave, Which, being freely gifted, freely gave ? 69.
Сторінка 180 - Calm, though impassion'd ! durable, though keen! It is all fresh like the young Spring's first green ! Children seem spirits from above descended, To whom still cleaves Heaven's atmosphere serene ; Their very wildnesses with truth are blended : Fresh from their skiey mould, they cannot be amended!
Сторінка 24 - ... magnanimous self-sacrifice, And lofty inadvertency of fame, He felt there is a bliss in being wise, Quite independent of the wise man's name. Who now can say how many a soul may rise To a nobility of moral aim It ne'er had known, but for that spirit brave, Which, being freely gifted, freely gave ? Sometimes I think that I'ma blossom blighted ; But this I ken, that should it not prove so, If I am not inexorably spited Of all that dignifies mankind below ; By him I speak of, I was so excited, While...
Сторінка 185 - He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes.
Сторінка 23 - I — ungifted with a strain Fit to arrest the ear of him who knows To build such verse as Seraphim might deign To listen to, nor break the deep repose Of those immortal ardours that inspire Spirit of the inextinguishable fire — How shall I fitly speak on such a theme ? He is a treasure by the world neglected, Because he hath not, with a prescience dim, Like those whose every aim is...