An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway, July, 1811. To which is annexed, a Journal of a trip to Paris, in the autumn of 1816, by John Evans, jun |
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Yon lovely solitary Rose , That bends the stem whereon it grows , And droops in
seeming woe ; Those flow'ry friends it seems to mourn , Who've left it , never to
return ; They strew the dust below ! Despoil'd of beauty , see them laid Beneath ...
Yon lovely solitary Rose , That bends the stem whereon it grows , And droops in
seeming woe ; Those flow'ry friends it seems to mourn , Who've left it , never to
return ; They strew the dust below ! Despoil'd of beauty , see them laid Beneath ...
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50 LINES ON VISCOUNTESS SIDMOUTH . and his family , attend constantly the
morning service at this place . Not that to mortal eyes tuy spotless life Shew ' d the
best form of parent , child , and wife ; Not that thy vital current seem ' d to glide ...
50 LINES ON VISCOUNTESS SIDMOUTH . and his family , attend constantly the
morning service at this place . Not that to mortal eyes tuy spotless life Shew ' d the
best form of parent , child , and wife ; Not that thy vital current seem ' d to glide ...
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124 ATTERBURY ' S LEGACY TO POPE , This sentiment seems utterly
inconsistent with the warm friendship supposed to subsist between these two
celebrated men . But Dr . Herring says in the second volume of this Collection ,
page 104 - " If ...
124 ATTERBURY ' S LEGACY TO POPE , This sentiment seems utterly
inconsistent with the warm friendship supposed to subsist between these two
celebrated men . But Dr . Herring says in the second volume of this Collection ,
page 104 - " If ...
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And when we look upon their machines , Homer seems like his own Jupiter in his
terrors , shaking Olympus , scattering the lightnings , and firing the heavens .
Virgil , like the same power in his beneficence , counselling with the Gods , laying
...
And when we look upon their machines , Homer seems like his own Jupiter in his
terrors , shaking Olympus , scattering the lightnings , and firing the heavens .
Virgil , like the same power in his beneficence , counselling with the Gods , laying
...
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Here the deep ruby seems to blush in blood , There the bright topaz pours a
golden food ! With Hear'n's blue vault the beaming sapphire vies , And emeralds
glow with Ocean's azure dies ; While thro ' those casements to th ' astonish'd sight
...
Here the deep ruby seems to blush in blood , There the bright topaz pours a
golden food ! With Hear'n's blue vault the beaming sapphire vies , And emeralds
glow with Ocean's azure dies ; While thro ' those casements to th ' astonish'd sight
...
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Seite 328 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Seite 378 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Seite 374 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Seite 120 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Seite 367 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain, Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient...
Seite 21 - I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Seite 428 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Seite 428 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 407 - From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Seite 351 - Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way.
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| Titel | An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway, July, 1811. To which is annexed, a Journal of a trip to Paris, in the autumn of 1816, by John Evans, jun |
| Autor/in | John Evans |
| Veröffentlicht | 1817 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 16. März 2007 |
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