The Poetical Works of Samuel RogersE.H. Butler, 1852 - 451 Seiten |
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... arms , his arms across her flung , ( That name most dear for ever on his tongue ) } As with soft accents round her neck he clings , HUMAN LIFE . 59.
... arms , his arms across her flung , ( That name most dear for ever on his tongue ) } As with soft accents round her neck he clings , HUMAN LIFE . 59.
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... arms , and , where the willows wave , Glides in the moonshine by a maiden's grave ? Come hither , boy , and clear thy open brow . Yon summer - clouds , now like the Alps , and now A ship , a whale , change not so fast as thou . He hears ...
... arms , and , where the willows wave , Glides in the moonshine by a maiden's grave ? Come hither , boy , and clear thy open brow . Yon summer - clouds , now like the Alps , and now A ship , a whale , change not so fast as thou . He hears ...
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... arms to die ! Oh thou wert lovely - lovely was thy frame , And pure thy spirit as from Heaven it came ! And , when recalled to join the blest above , Thou diedst a victim to exceeding love , Nursing the young to health . In happier ...
... arms to die ! Oh thou wert lovely - lovely was thy frame , And pure thy spirit as from Heaven it came ! And , when recalled to join the blest above , Thou diedst a victim to exceeding love , Nursing the young to health . In happier ...
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... arms ! no time for sorrow . To horse , to horse ! A day of blood to - morrow ! One parting pang , and then - and then I fly , Fly to the field , to triumph - or to die ! — He goes , and night comes as it never came ! With shrieks of ...
... arms ! no time for sorrow . To horse , to horse ! A day of blood to - morrow ! One parting pang , and then - and then I fly , Fly to the field , to triumph - or to die ! — He goes , and night comes as it never came ! With shrieks of ...
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... arms ; and then , and then only , do we feel our first confidence , our first pleasure . P. 61 , 1. 6 . • he reveres The brow engraven with the Thoughts of Years ; This is a law of Nature . Age was anciently synonymous with power ; and ...
... arms ; and then , and then only , do we feel our first confidence , our first pleasure . P. 61 , 1. 6 . • he reveres The brow engraven with the Thoughts of Years ; This is a law of Nature . Age was anciently synonymous with power ; and ...
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age to age ancient beautiful blessed blest Boccaccio breathe bright called charm child Cicero CIMABUE cliff clouds Columbus cried dark dead death delight dream earth ELEONORA DI TOLEDO Euripides eyes father fear fled FLORENCE flowers gate gazed GENOA gentle gilt glimmering glory glows gold Gondolier gone grave grey grove hand hast heard heart heaven holy hour hung Icarius light lived look MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER mind MONTESQUIEU Morocco night noblest o'er once passed Pausanias Petrarch pleasure rest rise round sacred sail sate says scene shade shifting sail shine shore sigh silent sing sitting sleep smile song soon soul spirit spoke stir stood stranger sung sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro Titian tower triumphs turned Twas VENICE voice walls wander wave weep whence wild wind wings young youth
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Seite 149 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Seite 289 - Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour ; Now frowning, smiling for the hundredth...
Seite 104 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Seite 290 - That mouldering chest was noticed; and 'twas said By one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra, Why not remove it from its lurking place? 'Twas done as soon as said; but on the way It burst, it fell; and lo, a skeleton, With here and there a pearl, an emerald-stone, A golden clasp, clasping a shred of gold.
Seite 438 - Of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Seite 86 - I began thus far to assent both to them and divers of my friends here at home ; and not less to an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, which I take to be my portion in- this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Seite 81 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised : thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Seite 85 - I wis, all their sport in the park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato. Alas ! good folk, they never felt what true pleasure meant.
Seite 55 - And, crowding, stop the cradle to admire The babe, the sleeping image of his sire. A few short years — and then these sounds shall hail The day again, and gladness fill the vale ; So soon the child a youth, the youth a man, Eager to run the race his fathers ran. Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sirloin ; The ale, now...
Seite 30 - SWEET MEMORY, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers. Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius and refines in Art ; Thee, in whose hands the keys of Science dwell, The pensive portress of her holy cell ; Whose constant vigils chase the chilling damp Oblivion steals upon her vestal-lamp.