Imagination and fancy; or Selections from the English poets, with critical notices [&c.].1845 |
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... soul sincere , Heav'n did a recompense as largely send ; He gave to misery all he had , a tear ; He gain'd from heav'n ( ' twas all he wish'd ) a friend . The fops are proud of scandal ; for they cry At every lewd , low character ...
... soul sincere , Heav'n did a recompense as largely send ; He gave to misery all he had , a tear ; He gain'd from heav'n ( ' twas all he wish'd ) a friend . The fops are proud of scandal ; for they cry At every lewd , low character ...
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... souls do endless wail and weep . Which to behold , he climb'd up to the bank ; And , looking down , saw many damnèd wights In those sad waves which direfull deadly stank , 21 Plungèd continually of cruel sprites , That with their ...
... souls do endless wail and weep . Which to behold , he climb'd up to the bank ; And , looking down , saw many damnèd wights In those sad waves which direfull deadly stank , 21 Plungèd continually of cruel sprites , That with their ...
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... soul was soil'd with foul iniquity . " Infinite more tormented in like pain He then beheld , too long here to be told : Nor Mammon would there let him long remain , For terror of the tortures manifold , In which the damnèd souls he did ...
... soul was soil'd with foul iniquity . " Infinite more tormented in like pain He then beheld , too long here to be told : Nor Mammon would there let him long remain , For terror of the tortures manifold , In which the damnèd souls he did ...
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Leigh Hunt. In which the damnèd souls he did behold , But roughly him bespake : " Thou fearful fool , Why takest not of that same fruit of gold ; Nor sittest down on that same silver stool , To rest thy weary person in the shady cool ...
Leigh Hunt. In which the damnèd souls he did behold , But roughly him bespake : " Thou fearful fool , Why takest not of that same fruit of gold ; Nor sittest down on that same silver stool , To rest thy weary person in the shady cool ...
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... soul ! see where it flies . Come , Helen , come , give me my soul again . Here will I dwell , for heav'n is in these lips , And all is dross that is not Helena . I will be Paris ; and for love of thee , Instead of Troy , shall ...
... soul ! see where it flies . Come , Helen , come , give me my soul again . Here will I dwell , for heav'n is in these lips , And all is dross that is not Helena . I will be Paris ; and for love of thee , Instead of Troy , shall ...
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Сторінка 189 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Сторінка 170 - That very time I saw (but thou couldst not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Сторінка 248 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Сторінка 264 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learned aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs!
Сторінка 256 - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook: And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous tragedy In scepter'd pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops line, Or the tale of Troy divine.
Сторінка 122 - MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Сторінка 315 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Сторінка 323 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Сторінка 158 - Where should this music be ? i' the air, or the earth ? It sounds no more: — and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather: — But 'tis gone.
Сторінка 322 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.