The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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Página 52
... 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 ...
Página 53
... 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 ...
Página 54
... 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 ...
Página 63
... 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 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...