The Poetical WorksJohn Sharpe, 1826 - 134 Seiten |
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... living throne , the sapphire blaze ] “ For the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels . And above the firmament , that was over their heads , was the likeness of a throne , as the appearance of a sapphire stone . This was the ...
... living throne , the sapphire blaze ] “ For the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels . And above the firmament , that was over their heads , was the likeness of a throne , as the appearance of a sapphire stone . This was the ...
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... living lyre : But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did neʼer unroll ; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage , And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark ...
... living lyre : But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did neʼer unroll ; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage , And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark ...
Seite 69
... living of Stoke until his death in the year 1794 , remarked that the difficulty experienced by Gray in relin- quishing the tenure of the premises to which he had succeeded , and from the concern of which he was anxious to relieve him ...
... living of Stoke until his death in the year 1794 , remarked that the difficulty experienced by Gray in relin- quishing the tenure of the premises to which he had succeeded , and from the concern of which he was anxious to relieve him ...
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... living scene Scatters his freshest , tenderest green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking ply their feeble feet ; Forgetful of their wintry trance , The birds his presence greet : But chief , the sky - lark warbles high His ...
... living scene Scatters his freshest , tenderest green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking ply their feeble feet ; Forgetful of their wintry trance , The birds his presence greet : But chief , the sky - lark warbles high His ...
Seite 93
... living cloud of war ; And , where the deluge burst , with sweepy sway Their arms , their kings , their gods were roll'd away . As oft have issued , host impelling host , The blue - eyed myriads from the Baltic coast . The prostrate ...
... living cloud of war ; And , where the deluge burst , with sweepy sway Their arms , their kings , their gods were roll'd away . As oft have issued , host impelling host , The blue - eyed myriads from the Baltic coast . The prostrate ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ACERONIA Æolian AGRIPPINA Anicetus ASTOR atque awake Baiæ bard beautiful beneath blooming band breast breathe brow Caernarvonshire Cambridge churchyard College dauntless death divine DRAWN BY RICHARD dread Earl Edward Eirin Elegy Eton ETON COLLEGE eyes fate fears FINDEN fire glittering golden golden reign grace Gray Gray's hæc hand Hark hear heart Henry the Sixth Hippomedon honour John Penn JOHN SHARPE king lady Long Story Lord lyre Margaret of Anjou Mason mind morn mother Muse numbers o'er ODIN passion Pindar pleasure poem poet poetry PROPHETESS PUBLISHED BY JOHN quæ Queen reign repose RICHARD WESTALL round says shade Sisters smiling soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit stanza Stoke style sublime Taliessin taste tear thee THOMAS GRAY Thormodus Torfæus thou thunder trembling vale verse victorious bands voice warblings warm Weave weep Welsh wing written youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 54 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Seite 21 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Seite 19 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Seite 14 - In climes beyond the solar road Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight gloom To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Seite 73 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost And breathe, and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening Paradise.
Seite 4 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize What female heart can gold despise?
Seite 56 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear — He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd), a friend.
Seite 23 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell thirst and famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Seite 6 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty; Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry! Still, as they run, they look behind! They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy I Gay Hope is theirs, by Fancy fed; Less pleasing when possest ! The tear forgot as soon as shed!
Seite 16 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy 1 This can unlock the gates of joy ! Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.