PoemsE. Moxon, 1845 |
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... wandering in the light of day ! § " What tho ' thy grey hairs to the dust descend , Their scent shall track thee , track thee to the end ; * Balboa immediately concluded it to be the ocean for which Columbus had searched in vain ; and ...
... wandering in the light of day ! § " What tho ' thy grey hairs to the dust descend , Their scent shall track thee , track thee to the end ; * Balboa immediately concluded it to be the ocean for which Columbus had searched in vain ; and ...
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... wandering about in the dark . " - " Nothing prospered with him ; and it was ascribed to the curses he was loaded with . " * ** A circumstance , recorded by Herrera , ren- ders this visit not improbable . " In May , 1528 , Cortes arrived ...
... wandering about in the dark . " - " Nothing prospered with him ; and it was ascribed to the curses he was loaded with . " * ** A circumstance , recorded by Herrera , ren- ders this visit not improbable . " In May , 1528 , Cortes arrived ...
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... wandering in the light of day ! See the Agamemnon of Eschylus , v . 82 . Page 149 , line 1 . Here , in His train , shall arts and arms attend , " There are those alive , " said an illustrious orator , " whose memory might touch the two ...
... wandering in the light of day ! See the Agamemnon of Eschylus , v . 82 . Page 149 , line 1 . Here , in His train , shall arts and arms attend , " There are those alive , " said an illustrious orator , " whose memory might touch the two ...
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... noon of day ; Nor wandering up and down the wood , To all but her a solitude , Where once a wild deer , wild no more , Her chaplet on his antlers wore , And at her bidding stood . II . THE day was in the golden west ; 174.
... noon of day ; Nor wandering up and down the wood , To all but her a solitude , Where once a wild deer , wild no more , Her chaplet on his antlers wore , And at her bidding stood . II . THE day was in the golden west ; 174.
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... wandering tribes require , Stretched in the desert round their evening - fire ; As any sung of old in hall or bower To minstrel - harps at midnight's witching hour ! Born in a trance , we wake , observe , inquire ; And the green earth ...
... wandering tribes require , Stretched in the desert round their evening - fire ; As any sung of old in hall or bower To minstrel - harps at midnight's witching hour ! Born in a trance , we wake , observe , inquire ; And the green earth ...
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age to age ancient bids bless blest blush Bossuet breathe bright called calm CANTO charm child Cicero clouds Columbus controul courser dark delight dream earth Euripides father fear fled flowers fond gate gaze gentle glory glows grove hail hand hear heart Heaven Hence Herodotus Herrera Hist holy hour Household Deities Icarius inspire ITALIAN SONNET light live look mind musing night o'er once Pausanias Petrarch Plato pleasure rapture resigned rise round sacred sail SAMUEL ROGERS sate says scene secret seraph shade shadow shed shine shore sigh silent sire sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring steals stood STRATHFIELD sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL'S tomb virtue voice Voyage wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings young youth
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Seite 232 - 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 231 - 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 225 - 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 224 - Cabrieres which till then he neglected it is therefore Death alone that can suddenly make man to know himself he tells the proud and insolent that they are but abjects and humbles them at the instant makes them cry complain and repent yea even to hate their...
Seite 230 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God : I am the LORD.
Seite 27 - 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 hand 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.
Seite 258 - 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. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower' that drinks the dew; And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing In russet-gown and apron blue. The village-church among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were given, With merry peals shall swell the breeze And point with taper spire to Heaven.
Seite 276 - Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
Seite 233 - The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till waked and kindled by the master's spell ; And feeling hearts — touch them but rightly — pour A thousand melodies unheard before...
Seite 129 - Twas the hour of day When setting suns o'er summer seas display A path of glory opening in the west To golden climes and islands of the blest; And human voices, on the silent air, Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there...