The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... striking out one passage , because it said , that , if I did not wish you to live long for your sake , I did not for the sake of myself and the world . But this postscript you will not see before the printing of it ; and I will say here ...
... striking out one passage , because it said , that , if I did not wish you to live long for your sake , I did not for the sake of myself and the world . But this postscript you will not see before the printing of it ; and I will say here ...
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... striking distichs and pointed sentences ; and his distichs have the weight of solid sentiments , and his points the sharp- ness of resistless truth . His characters are often selected with discernment , and drawn with nicety ; his ...
... striking distichs and pointed sentences ; and his distichs have the weight of solid sentiments , and his points the sharp- ness of resistless truth . His characters are often selected with discernment , and drawn with nicety ; his ...
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... striking allusions , a wilderness of thought , in which the fertility of fancy scatters flowers of every hue and of every odour . This is one of the few poems in which blank verse could not be changed for rhyme but with disadvantage ...
... striking allusions , a wilderness of thought , in which the fertility of fancy scatters flowers of every hue and of every odour . This is one of the few poems in which blank verse could not be changed for rhyme but with disadvantage ...
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... strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which flies to thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold ... strikes one . We take no note of time But from its loss : to give it then a tongue Is wise in man . As if an angel spoke ...
... strike wisdom from my soul ; My soul , which flies to thee , her trust , her treasure , As misers to their gold ... strikes one . We take no note of time But from its loss : to give it then a tongue Is wise in man . As if an angel spoke ...
Página 67
... Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet domestic comfort , and cuts down The fairest bloom of sublunary bliss . Bliss ! sublunary bliss ! -proud words , and vain ! Implicit ...
... Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet domestic comfort , and cuts down The fairest bloom of sublunary bliss . Bliss ! sublunary bliss ! -proud words , and vain ! Implicit ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ambition angels Anne Wharton art thou beam beneath bids bleeds bless'd bliss blood divine boundless Busiris call'd dark dead death Deity divine Dorset Downs dread dreams Duke of Wharton dust e'en earth Edward Young endless eternal fair fame fate fear fire flame folly fond fool friendship future genius give glorious glory grave grief guilt happiness heart Heaven hope hour human illustrious infidel labour life's light live Lorenzo Lyric Poetry man's mankind mortal Muse Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er pain passions peace Philander Pindaric pleasure poem poet poetry praise pride proud Reason Reason sleeps rich rise sacred says scene sense shade shines sigh skies smile song soul immortal stars strange thee theme thine throne tomb triumph truth virtue Virtue's wanted wing wing wisdom wise wish wretched Young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 74 - And that through every stage ; when young, indeed, In full content we sometimes nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Página 63 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man...
Página 87 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Página 137 - Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death, To break the shock blind nature cannot shun, And lands thought smoothly on the farther shore.
Página 64 - An heir of glory ! a frail child of dust ! Helpless immortal ! insect infinite ! A worm ! a God ! — I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost.
Página 66 - Here pinions all his wishes : wing'd by heaven To fly at infinite, and reach it there, Where seraphs gather immortality, On life's fair tree, fast by the throne of God.
Página 65 - This is the desert, this the solitude : How populous, how vital, is the grave! This is creation's melancholy vault, The vale funereal, the sad cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions, empty shades ! All, all on earth is shadow, all beyond Is substance ; the reverse is folly's creed?
Página 11 - It tells her, that his only title to the great honour he now does himself is the obligation which he formerly received from her royal indulgence. 'Of this obligation nothing is now known, unless he alluded to her being his godmother. He is said indeed to have been engaged at a settled stipend as a writer for the court. In Swift's Rhapsody on Poetry...
Página 66 - Where time, and pain, and chance, and death, expire! And is it in the flight of threescore years, To push eternity from human thought, «And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd, At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Página 61 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.