The Powers of Genius: A Poem, in Three PartsJohn Conrad & Company, 1802 - 191 páginas |
No interior do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 19
Página 25
... deep ; While not a murmur breaks the still serene , And fairy footsteps only press the green , Then wond'rous visions to her sight appear And sounds celestial melt upon her ear ; 30 Ev'n then enwrapt with murkiest shades she walks ...
... deep ; While not a murmur breaks the still serene , And fairy footsteps only press the green , Then wond'rous visions to her sight appear And sounds celestial melt upon her ear ; 30 Ev'n then enwrapt with murkiest shades she walks ...
Página 28
... deep . ' Tis said , he wanders at the dead of night , And like a ghost , avoids the glare of light ; ' Tis said , he babbles to the Moon's full - beam , And sits , in silence , by the falling stream . Research can scarcely modify and ...
... deep . ' Tis said , he wanders at the dead of night , And like a ghost , avoids the glare of light ; ' Tis said , he babbles to the Moon's full - beam , And sits , in silence , by the falling stream . Research can scarcely modify and ...
Página 31
... deep , She climbs for Knowledge up the rugged steep : By demonstration she unveils Disguise , 140 And shews the haunt where lurking Folly lies . At length old age steals o'er the bending frame Destroys our vigour and our thirst for fame ...
... deep , She climbs for Knowledge up the rugged steep : By demonstration she unveils Disguise , 140 And shews the haunt where lurking Folly lies . At length old age steals o'er the bending frame Destroys our vigour and our thirst for fame ...
Página 32
... deep proceeds the vital breath And man falls shivering in the arms of Death . Then from the body bursts the ransom'd soul , Spurns the base earth and coars where systems roll , Great God ! where angels in thy presence throng She rests ...
... deep proceeds the vital breath And man falls shivering in the arms of Death . Then from the body bursts the ransom'd soul , Spurns the base earth and coars where systems roll , Great God ! where angels in thy presence throng She rests ...
Página 34
... deep - dark wood ; He loves to hear , while stretch'd on lowly bed , The storm beat loudly on his little shed ; Delighted views the golden sun of morn And hears the hunter wind his early horn ; The voice of music meets his willing ear ...
... deep - dark wood ; He loves to hear , while stretch'd on lowly bed , The storm beat loudly on his little shed ; Delighted views the golden sun of morn And hears the hunter wind his early horn ; The voice of music meets his willing ear ...
Outras edições - Ver tudo
Palavras e frases frequentes
amid Ariosto arms art thou bard beam beauty behold beneath bids bold bosom breast breath brow Chill clouds dark death delight divine earth fall fame Fingal fire footsteps Gallileo give gloomy glory Greece harp hear heard heart heaven Henry Fielding Homer's honours idolatry Iliad invention kindled king light literature lyre Massillon midnight mighty Milton mind mountains mournful muse Nature Nature's never night numbers o'er Orla Ossian Paradise Lost PARADISE REGAINED passions peace Petrarch Pindar plains poem poet poetry POWERS OF GENIUS Ptolemy Philadelphus rage rais'd repose rise roll Rome rous'd roves Sappho says scene shades Shakspeare shew Sir William Jones sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit spread storm strains stream strength sublimity sword taste tear terror thee thou thoughts thro throne thunder toil truth vale voice of music wandering waves wild winds wings writers youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 126 - Nor think, though men were none, That Heaven would want spectators, God want praise. Millions of spiritual creatures walk the Earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep: All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often, from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket, have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator!
Página 123 - The enemy said, I will pursue, I will overtake, I will divide the spoil; my lust shall be satisfied upon them; I will draw my sword, my hand shall destroy them.
Página 145 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
Página 118 - I will also make it a possession for the bittern, and pools of water: and I will sweep it with the besom of destruction, saith the Lord of hosts.
Página 125 - The secrets of the hoary deep, a dark Illimitable ocean, without bound, Without dimension, where length, breadth, and height, And time, and place, are lost ; where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.
Página 120 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up : It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his Maker?
Página 121 - O God, thou art terrible out of thy holy places: the God of Israel is he that giveth strength and power unto his people. Blessed be God.
Página 119 - Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high ? She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place. From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off. Her young ones also suck up blood : and where the slain are, there is she.
Página 128 - The seat of desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? Thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves ; There rest, if any rest can harbour there...
Página 144 - ... winds. From that time ever since, the sad friends of truth, such as durst appear, imitating the careful search that Isis made for the mangled body of Osiris, went up and down gathering up limb by limb still as they could find them. We have not yet found them all, Lords and Commons, nor ever shall do, till her master's second coming; he shall bring together every joint and member, and shall mould them into an immortal feature of loveliness and perfection.