The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... lost , after her marriage with Young , an amiable daughter , by her former husband , just after she was married to Mr. Temple , son of Lord Pal- merston . Mr. Temple did not long remain after his wife , though he was married a second ...
... lost , after her marriage with Young , an amiable daughter , by her former husband , just after she was married to Mr. Temple , son of Lord Pal- merston . Mr. Temple did not long remain after his wife , though he was married a second ...
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... Lost ' is by some supposed to have been disgracefully ejected from the other . From juvenile follies who is free ? But , what- ever the Biographia ' chooses to relate , the son of Young experienced no dismission from his college ...
... Lost ' is by some supposed to have been disgracefully ejected from the other . From juvenile follies who is free ? But , what- ever the Biographia ' chooses to relate , the son of Young experienced no dismission from his college ...
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... lost . Though now restored , ' tis only change of pain , ( A bitter change ! ) severer for severe : The Day too short for my distress ; and Night , E'en in the zenith of her dark domain , Is sunshine to the colour of my fate . Night ...
... lost . Though now restored , ' tis only change of pain , ( A bitter change ! ) severer for severe : The Day too short for my distress ; and Night , E'en in the zenith of her dark domain , Is sunshine to the colour of my fate . Night ...
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... lost . At home a stranger , Thought wanders up and down , surprised , aghast , And wondering at her own . How Reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy ! what dread ! Alternately transported and ...
... lost . At home a stranger , Thought wanders up and down , surprised , aghast , And wondering at her own . How Reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy ! what dread ! Alternately transported and ...
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... lost ? Why wanders wretched Thought their tombs around In infidel distress ? Are angels there ? Slumbers , raked up in dust , etherial fire ? They live ! they greatly live ! a life on earth Unkindled , unconceived , and from an eye Of ...
... lost ? Why wanders wretched Thought their tombs around In infidel distress ? Are angels there ? Slumbers , raked up in dust , etherial fire ? They live ! they greatly live ! a life on earth Unkindled , unconceived , and from an eye Of ...
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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 63 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man! How passing wonder He who made him such, Who centred in our make such strange extremes!
Página 63 - The bell 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, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they? With the years beyond the flood.
Página 93 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of Heaven.
Página 103 - O'erwhelming turrets threaten ere they fall ; Volcanos bellow ere they disembogue ; Earth trembles ere her yawning jaws devour ; And smoke betrays the wide-consuming fire : Ruin from man is most conceal'd when near, And sends the dreadful tidings in the blow. Is this the flight of fancy ? Would it were ! Heaven's sovereign saves all beings, but himself, That hideous sight, a naked human heart.
Página 184 - The meanest slave ; all more is merit's due, Her sacred and inviolable right Nor ever paid the monarch, but the man. Our hearts ne'er bow but to superior worth ; Nor ever fail of their allegiance there. Fools, indeed, drop the man in their account, And vote the mantle into majesty.
Página 196 - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits, away : Then melts into the spring : soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires.
Página 64 - O'er fairy fields ; or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods ; or, down the craggy steep Hurl'd headlong, swam with pain the mantled pool ; Or scaled the cliff; or danced on hollow winds, With antic shapes, wild natives of the brain...
Página 83 - But why on time so lavish is my song? On this great theme kind Nature keeps a school To teach her sons herself. Each night we die; Each morn are born anew; each day a life!
Página 184 - But wherefore envy \ Talents angel-bright, If wanting worth, are shining instruments In false ambition's hand, to finish faults Illustrious, and give infamy renown.
Página 71 - There's no prerogative in human hours. In human hearts what bolder thought can rise, Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn? Where is to-morrow? In another world. For numbers this is certain; the reverse Is sure to none: and yet on this perhaps...