PoemsN. Biggs, 1803 - 202 стор. |
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... hear no more of it ; not that their poems are better understood at present , than they were at their first publication ; but their fame is esta- blished ; and a critic would accuse himself of frigidity or inattention , who should ...
... hear no more of it ; not that their poems are better understood at present , than they were at their first publication ; but their fame is esta- blished ; and a critic would accuse himself of frigidity or inattention , who should ...
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... hear the whisper'd " No ! " The whisper'd “ No ” · how little meant ! Sweet Falsehood , that endears Consent ! For on those lovely lips the while Dawns the soft relenting smile , And tempts with feign'd dissuasion coy The gentle ...
... hear the whisper'd " No ! " The whisper'd “ No ” · how little meant ! Sweet Falsehood , that endears Consent ! For on those lovely lips the while Dawns the soft relenting smile , And tempts with feign'd dissuasion coy The gentle ...
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... hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Suff'rer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , * This little Poem was written when the Author was a boy . Fair , as the bosom of the Swan That rises © 2 27 Genevieve 95.
... hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Suff'rer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , * This little Poem was written when the Author was a boy . Fair , as the bosom of the Swan That rises © 2 27 Genevieve 95.
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... hear ! Departed Merit claims a reverent tear . If ' neath this roof thy wine - cheer'd moments pass , Fill to the good man's name one grateful glass : To higher zest shall MEM'RY wake thy soul , And VIRTUE mingle in th ' ennobled bowl ...
... hear ! Departed Merit claims a reverent tear . If ' neath this roof thy wine - cheer'd moments pass , Fill to the good man's name one grateful glass : To higher zest shall MEM'RY wake thy soul , And VIRTUE mingle in th ' ennobled bowl ...
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... scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flash'd upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of day , PEACE Smiling sate , and listen'd to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade thee hear , And mark 74.
... scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flash'd upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of day , PEACE Smiling sate , and listen'd to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade thee hear , And mark 74.
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Amaranth amid anguish ANTISTROPHE Bard beneath blast blest bosom breast bright brood CHATTERTON cheek clouds dance dark Darts dear delight didst divine dream dwell earth EPODE Ev'n evil faery faint fair Fancy Fancy's fear feelings fix'd flower fond French Revolution Friend gale gaze gleam groaning haply hath hear heart Heaven holy Hope hour hues inly kiss Lamb of God LEE BOO light lonely lov'd Love Maid meek mild mind Monody mourning muse Myrtle night Note to Line nurs'd o'er thy pale Peace pensive Petrarch pinion PIXIES Poems poison'd rise RIVER OTTER Rose round S. T. COLERIDGE SARA sigh sleep smile soft song SONNET soothes sorrows soul Spirit stream sublime Superstition sweet swell tear thee thine thou thought thro Throne toil trembling vale voice warbled ween weep wild wing wreath
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Сторінка 197 - And immediately I was in the spirit: and, behold, a throne was set in heaven, and one sat on the throne. And he that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone: and there was a rainbow round about the throne, in sight like unto an emerald.
Сторінка 162 - Art thou better than populous No, that was situate among the rivers, that had the waters round about it, whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was from the sea?
Сторінка 129 - And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of All...
Сторінка 199 - Believe thou, O my soul, Life is a vision shadowy of Truth ; And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave, Shapes of a dream ! The veiling clouds retire, And lo ! the Throne of the redeeming God Forth flashing unimaginable day Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell.
Сторінка 27 - MAID of my Love, sweet GENEVIEVE! In Beauty's light you glide along : Your eye is like the star of eve, And sweet your Voice, as Seraph's song. Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a VOICE there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe. When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save, Fair, as the bosom of the Swan That rises graceful o'er the wave, I've seen your breast with pity heave, And therefore love I you, sweet GENEVIEVE...
Сторінка 102 - OFT o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll Which makes the present (while the flash doth last) Seem a mere semblance of some unknown past Mixed with such feelings, as perplex the soul Self-questioned in her sleep ; and some have said We lived, ere yet this robe of flesh we wore.
Сторінка 129 - And many idle flitting phantasies, Traverse my indolent and passive brain, As wild and various as the random gales That swell and flutter on this subject lute...
Сторінка 99 - SCHILLER ! that hour I would have wished to die, If through the shuddering midnight I had sent From the dark dungeon of the tower time-rent That fearful voice, a famished Father's cry — Lest in some after moment aught more mean Might stamp me mortal ! A triumphant shout Black Horror...
Сторінка 133 - Now winding bright and full, with naked banks ; And seats and lawns, the abbey and the wood, And cots, and hamlets, and faint city-spire...
Сторінка xi - Poetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward; it has soothed my afflictions ; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments ; it has endeared solitude, and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and the beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.