Sketches of the History of Literature: From the Earliest Period to the Revival of Letters in the Fifteenth Century

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J.S. Simpson, 1827 - 344 Seiten

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Seite 149 - eyes Were with his heart, and that waa far away: He reck'd not of the life he lost, nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay; There were his young barbarians all at play— There was their Dacian mother; he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday!
Seite 196 - That hush'd the stormy main: Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed: Mountains ye mourn in vain Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topp'd head. On dreary Arvon's shore they lie, Smear'd with gore and ghastly pale: Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail. The famish'd eagle screams and passes by.
Seite 23 - enlightened the world; the earth saw and trembled. The hills melted like wax at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth. The heavens declare his righteousness, and all the people see his glory.
Seite 120 - agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet, as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless wo; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; ' The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers.
Seite 295 - your sad fate Even to tears my grief and pity moves. But tell me; in the time of your sweet sighs, By what, and how love granted, that ye knew Your yet uncertain wishes? She replied: No greater grief than to remember days Of joy, when misery is at hand. That kens
Seite 295 - do As one, who weeps and tells his tale; one day, For our delight we read of Lancelot, How him love thrall'd. Alone we were, and no Suspicion near us. Ofttimes by that reading Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our altered cheek.
Seite 295 - that smile we read, The wish'd smile, so rapturously kiss'd By one so deep in love, then he who ne'er From me shall separate, at once my lips All trembling kiss'd. The book and writer both Were love's purveyors. In its leaves that day We read no more,
Seite 47 - O Venus, beauty of the skies, To whom a thousand temples rise, Gaily false in gentle smiles, Full of love-perplexing wiles; 0 goddess, from my heart remove The wasting cares and pains of love. If ever thou hast kindly heard A song in soft distress preferr'd, Propitious to my tuneful vow, Oh, gentle goddess!
Seite 148 - From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower, and now The arena swims around him: he is gone, E're
Seite 23 - goeth before him, and burneth up his enemies round about. His lightnings enlightened the world; the earth saw and trembled. The hills melted like wax at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth. The heavens declare his righteousness, and all the people see his glory.

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