Poems, Випуск 346N. Biggs, 1797 - 278 стор. |
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... heart , To the same Dwelling where his Father dwelt ; And haply views his tottering little ones Embrace those aged knees and climb that lap , On which first kneeling his own Infancy Lisp'd its brief prayer . Such , O my earliest Friend ...
... heart , To the same Dwelling where his Father dwelt ; And haply views his tottering little ones Embrace those aged knees and climb that lap , On which first kneeling his own Infancy Lisp'd its brief prayer . Such , O my earliest Friend ...
Сторінка ix
... to maturer years Spake to me of predestinated wreaths , Bright with no fading colours ! Yet at times My soul is sad , that I have roam'd through life Still most a Stranger , most with naked heart 1 ely then , * Frend ' 202 Fouth ; a 3 ix .
... to maturer years Spake to me of predestinated wreaths , Bright with no fading colours ! Yet at times My soul is sad , that I have roam'd through life Still most a Stranger , most with naked heart 1 ely then , * Frend ' 202 Fouth ; a 3 ix .
Сторінка xi
... heart , That Being knows , how I have lov'd thee ever , Lov'd as a Brother , as a Son rever'd thee ! O tis to me an ever - new delight , My eager eye glist'ning with mem'ry's tear , To talk of thee and thine ; or when the blast Of the ...
... heart , That Being knows , how I have lov'd thee ever , Lov'd as a Brother , as a Son rever'd thee ! O tis to me an ever - new delight , My eager eye glist'ning with mem'ry's tear , To talk of thee and thine ; or when the blast Of the ...
Сторінка xiv
... heart The tale of Misery to impart- From others ' eyes bid artless sorrows flow , And raise esteem upon the base of Woe ! SHAW . The communicativeness of our Nature leads us to describe our own sorrows ; in the endeavour to describe ...
... heart The tale of Misery to impart- From others ' eyes bid artless sorrows flow , And raise esteem upon the base of Woe ! SHAW . The communicativeness of our Nature leads us to describe our own sorrows ; in the endeavour to describe ...
Сторінка xv
... heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a law of our Nature , he , who labours under a strong feeling , is impelled to seek for sympathy ; but a Poet's feelings are all ...
... heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a law of our Nature , he , who labours under a strong feeling , is impelled to seek for sympathy ; but a Poet's feelings are all ...
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Сторінка 136 - 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 4 - 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 88 - But thy more serious eye a mild reproof Darts, O beloved woman ! nor such thoughts Dim and unhallowed dost thou not reject, And biddest me walk humbly with my God.
Сторінка 90 - Low was our pretty Cot: our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and eve, and early morn, The Sea's faint murmur.
Сторінка 94 - ... the wretched, Nursing in some delicious solitude Their slothful loves and dainty sympathies ! I therefore go, and join head, heart, and hand, Active and firm, to fight the bloodless fight Of science, freedom, and the truth in Christ.
Сторінка 88 - Full many a thought uncall'd and undetain'd, 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 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.
Сторінка 86 - Like some coy maid half yielding to her lover, It pours such sweet upbraiding, as must needs Tempt to repeat the wrong ! And now, its strings Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes Over delicious surges sink...
Сторінка 16 - Hence, gloomy thoughts ! no more my soul shall dwell On joys that were ! No more endure to weigh The shame and anguish of the evil day, Wisely forgetful ! O'er the ocean swell Sublime of Hope I seek the cottaged dell Where Virtue calm with careless step may stray...
Сторінка 36 - Forlorn! I hail thee Brother — spite of the fool's scorn! And fain would take thee with me, in the Dell Of Peace and mild Equality to dwell, Where Toil shall call the charmer Health his bride, And Laughter tickle Plenty's ribless side!