PoemsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1854 |
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... Poet's New Year's Gift , .bid . Ode to Apollo , 197 Pairing Time anticipated , a Fable , 198 The Dog and the Water Lily , 201 The Poet , the Oyster , and the Sensitivo Plant , 202 The Shrubbery , 204 The Winter Nosegay , 205 Mutual ...
... Poet's New Year's Gift , .bid . Ode to Apollo , 197 Pairing Time anticipated , a Fable , 198 The Dog and the Water Lily , 201 The Poet , the Oyster , and the Sensitivo Plant , 202 The Shrubbery , 204 The Winter Nosegay , 205 Mutual ...
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... poet's boast , ) The lie that flatters I abhor the most . Those arts be theirs , who hate his gentle reign , But he that loves him has no need to fain . 90 A. Your smooth eulogium to one crown address'd , Seems to imply a censure on the ...
... poet's boast , ) The lie that flatters I abhor the most . Those arts be theirs , who hate his gentle reign , But he that loves him has no need to fain . 90 A. Your smooth eulogium to one crown address'd , Seems to imply a censure on the ...
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... poet's tongue , I hear as mute as if a syren sung . Or tell me , if you can , what pow'r maintains A Briton's scorn of arbitrary chains ? 200 That were a theme might animate the dead , And move the lips of poets cast in lead . B. The ...
... poet's tongue , I hear as mute as if a syren sung . Or tell me , if you can , what pow'r maintains A Briton's scorn of arbitrary chains ? 200 That were a theme might animate the dead , And move the lips of poets cast in lead . B. The ...
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... poet's muse , his passion , and his theme Genius is thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; 200 Lost without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verse ; Heroick song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires ...
... poet's muse , his passion , and his theme Genius is thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; 200 Lost without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verse ; Heroick song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires ...
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... poet's privilege to rant ; But is not Freedom - at least , is not ours , 300 Too apt to play the wanton with her pow'rs , Grow freakish , and , o'erleaping every mound , Spread anarchy and terrour all around ? B. Agreed . But would you ...
... poet's privilege to rant ; But is not Freedom - at least , is not ours , 300 Too apt to play the wanton with her pow'rs , Grow freakish , and , o'erleaping every mound , Spread anarchy and terrour all around ? B. Agreed . But would you ...
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Сторінка 239 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case. Said John, It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Сторінка 30 - Just estimation prized above all price, I had much rather be myself the slave And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him.
Сторінка 178 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Сторінка 182 - A thousand other themes less deeply traced. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum...
Сторінка 112 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought ; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Сторінка 251 - He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay ; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away ; But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.
Сторінка 77 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Сторінка 182 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Сторінка 178 - Lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Сторінка 125 - The night was winter in his roughest mood; The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.