The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Band 27Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 24 Robert Walsh,Ezekiel Sanford Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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Seite 185 - Solitude, romantic maid ! Whether by nodding towers you tread ; Or haunt the desert's trackless gloom, Or hover o'er the yawning tomb ; Or climb the Andes' clifted side, Or by the Nile's coy source abide ; Or, starting from your half-year's sleep, From Hecla view the thawing deep : Or, at the purple dawn of day, Tadmor's marble waste survey." observing,
Seite 123 - The glassy ocean hush'd forgets to roar, But trembling murmurs on the sandy shore: And lo! his surface, lovely to behold! Glows in the west a sea of living gold! While, all above, a thousand liveries gay The skies with pomp ineffable array.
Seite 58 - When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, Men will believe, because they love the lie ; But Truth herself, if clouded with a frown, Must have some solemn proof to pass her down.
Seite 15 - His action's always strong, but sometimes such, That candour must declare he acts too much. "Why must impatience fall three paces back ? Why paces three return to the attack ? Why is the right leg, too, forbid to stir, Unless in motion semicircular ? Why must the hero with the nailor vie, And hurl the close-clench'd fist at nose or eye ? In Royal John, with Philip angry grown, I thought he would have knock
Seite 15 - With all the native vigour of sixteen, Among the merry troop conspicuous seen, See lively Pope advance in jig and trip, Corinna, Cherry, Honeycomb, and Snip. Not without art, but yet to Nature true, She charms the town with humour just, yet new. Cheer'd by her promise, we the less deplore The fatal time when Clire shall be no more.
Seite 112 - She sweeps the gloom, and rushing on the sight, Spreads o'er the kindling scene propitious light. In her right hand an ample roll appears, Fraught with long annals of preceding years, With every wise and noble art of man, Since first the circling hours their course began ; Her left a silver wand on high display'd, Whose magic touch dispels oblivion's shade. Pensive her look; on radiant wings that glow Like Juno's birds, or Iris' flaming bow, She sails; and swifter than the course of light Directs...
Seite 176 - Again she plunges! hark! a second shock Tears her strong bottom on the marble rock. Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries, The fated victims shuddering roll their eyes In wild despair; while yet another stroke With deep convulsion rends the solid oak; Till like the mine, in whose infernal cell The lurking demons of destruction dwell, At length asunder torn, her frame divides, And crashing spreads in ruin o'er the tides.
Seite 129 - Perch'd by the martial maid the bird of Jove ; There, on the watch, sagacious of his prey, With eyes of fire, an English mastiff lay : Yonder, fair commerce stretch'd her winged sail, Here, frown'd the god that wakes the living gale. High o'er the poop, the flattering winds unfurl'd The imperial flag that rules the watery world.
Seite 119 - Rodmond, train'd by this unhallow'd crew, The sacred social passions never knew. Unskill'd to argue, in dispute yet loud, Bold without caution, without honours proud; In art unschool'd, each veteran rule he prized, And all improvement haughtily despised.
Seite 121 - From clime to clime an exile doom'd to roam, His heart still panted for its secret home. The moon had circled twice her wayward zone, To him since young Arion first was known ; Who wandering here through many a scene...