Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, Band 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1821 - 807 Seiten |
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... breast ! Less scar'd than Medway's stream the Norman stood , When cross the plain he spy'd a marching wood , Till , near at hand , a gleam of swords betray'd The youth of Kent beneath its wandering shade ? Those who the succours of the ...
... breast ! Less scar'd than Medway's stream the Norman stood , When cross the plain he spy'd a marching wood , Till , near at hand , a gleam of swords betray'd The youth of Kent beneath its wandering shade ? Those who the succours of the ...
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... breast . The fate of James with pitying eyes I view , And wish my homage were not Brunswick's due : To James my passion and my weakness guide , But reason sways me to the victor's side . Though griev'd I speak it , let the truth appear ...
... breast . The fate of James with pitying eyes I view , And wish my homage were not Brunswick's due : To James my passion and my weakness guide , But reason sways me to the victor's side . Though griev'd I speak it , let the truth appear ...
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... breast . So Greece , ere arts began to rise , Fix'd huge Orion in the skies , And stern Alcides , fam'd in wars , Bespangled with a thousand stars ; Till letter'd Athens round the Pole Made gentler constellations roll 20 TICKELL .
... breast . So Greece , ere arts began to rise , Fix'd huge Orion in the skies , And stern Alcides , fam'd in wars , Bespangled with a thousand stars ; Till letter'd Athens round the Pole Made gentler constellations roll 20 TICKELL .
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... breast ! Yet who more dauntless to oppose In doubtful days our home - bred foes ! Who rais'd his country's wealth so high , Or view'd with less desiring eye ! The sage , who , large of soul , surveys The globe , and all its empires ...
... breast ! Yet who more dauntless to oppose In doubtful days our home - bred foes ! Who rais'd his country's wealth so high , Or view'd with less desiring eye ! The sage , who , large of soul , surveys The globe , and all its empires ...
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... breast ! Or lull'd to slumber by the beating rain , Secure and happy , sink at last to rest ! Or , if the Sun in flaming Leo ride , By shady rivers indolently stray , And with my Delia , walking side by side , Hear how they murmur , as ...
... breast ! Or lull'd to slumber by the beating rain , Secure and happy , sink at last to rest ! Or , if the Sun in flaming Leo ride , By shady rivers indolently stray , And with my Delia , walking side by side , Hear how they murmur , as ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aurengzebe Balaam Bavius behold blessing blest blood bold breast breath brute Cadenus charms courser court crowd crown'd Dean death dread Dryope e'er Earth ELOISA TO ABELARD Ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear fix'd flame flies foes fool give Gnome Go snacks grace hand happy head hear heart Heaven honour hounds kings knave lady learn'd live lord Lord Bolingbroke loud lov'd madam maid mankind mattadore mind mortal Muse Nature ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once pack Pallas panting passion plain pleas'd pleasure poet praise pride proud quadrille queen race rage reason rise round scorn shade shine skies smiles soft soul spleen stream sweet oblivion Swift Sylphs taught tears Thalestris thee thou thought trembling Twas Umbriel Vanessa Vertumnus vex'd virtue voice WILLIAM SOMERVILE wind wings wise wonder wretch youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 176 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph, that adores and burns : To Him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
Seite 206 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Seite 171 - Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel ; And who but wishes to invert the laws Of Order, sins against th
Seite 112 - Who gave the ball or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British Queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes: At every word a reputation dies.
Seite 167 - AWAKE, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan: ' A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot; Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Seite 108 - Some to the sun their insect-wings unfold, Waft on the breeze, or sink in clouds of gold ; Transparent forms, too fine for mortal sight, Their fluid bodies half...
Seite 123 - Oh hadst thou, cruel! been content to seize Hairs less in sight, or any hairs but these!
Seite 175 - See, thro' this air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go! Around, how wide! how deep extend below! Vast chain of Being! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach; from Infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing.
Seite 170 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Seite 131 - Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid ; They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires, The virgin's wish without her fears impart, Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart, Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.