The Polyanthos, Band 4J. T. Buckingham, 1807 |
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... voice was strong , clear , harmonious , and modulated with facility to the subject of his discourse . In conversation and repartee he excelled . Some of his friends have applied to him a pas- sage from his own poems . Thy conversation ...
... voice was strong , clear , harmonious , and modulated with facility to the subject of his discourse . In conversation and repartee he excelled . Some of his friends have applied to him a pas- sage from his own poems . Thy conversation ...
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... voice In thunder speak , and whisper in the gale ; To know and feel his care for all that lives ; → " Tis this that makes the barren waste appear A frugal field , each grove a paradise . Yes ! place me ' mid far stretching woodless ...
... voice In thunder speak , and whisper in the gale ; To know and feel his care for all that lives ; → " Tis this that makes the barren waste appear A frugal field , each grove a paradise . Yes ! place me ' mid far stretching woodless ...
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... voice is heard hovering between . Sometime upon the far deserted tents , She boding sits and sings her fateful song . But in the abandoned field she most delights , When o'er the dead and dying slants the beam Of peaceful morn , and ...
... voice is heard hovering between . Sometime upon the far deserted tents , She boding sits and sings her fateful song . But in the abandoned field she most delights , When o'er the dead and dying slants the beam Of peaceful morn , and ...
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... voice Far swifter than the nimble lightning's flash , The sluggish thunder peal that follows it . Ir the soliloquy of Capt . Fitzharding after the elopement of Wilford , should excite a smile , we shall think the time spent in copying ...
... voice Far swifter than the nimble lightning's flash , The sluggish thunder peal that follows it . Ir the soliloquy of Capt . Fitzharding after the elopement of Wilford , should excite a smile , we shall think the time spent in copying ...
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... ; an incessant rushing noise was heard , and the fires assumed every species of form . The most plaintive voices augmented the general terrour and alarm . Por- pusses and sea - cows were heard howling in the THE POLYANTHOS . 31.
... ; an incessant rushing noise was heard , and the fires assumed every species of form . The most plaintive voices augmented the general terrour and alarm . Por- pusses and sea - cows were heard howling in the THE POLYANTHOS . 31.
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Seite 270 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Seite 271 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Seite 285 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack : — O, she is gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth : — Lend me a looking-glass ; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why, then she lives.
Seite 271 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care: Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Seite 182 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse ; So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destined urn ; And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
Seite 47 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth. And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown...
Seite 165 - Her lips were red; and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly: But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so small, when she does speak Thou'dst swear her teeth her words did break That they might passage get; But she so handled still the matter They came as good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit.
Seite 204 - I did their burning rays behold, Nor voice, whose sounds more strange effects do show Than of the Thracian harper have been told. Look to this dying lily, fading rose, Dark hyacinth, of late whose blushing beams Made all the neighbouring herbs and grass rejoice, And think how little is 'twixt life's extremes : The cruel tyrant that did kill those flow'rs, Shall once, ay me ! not spare that spring of yours.
Seite 121 - Stained me—Oh, death and shame ! — the world looked on. And saw this sinewy savage strike me down, Rain blows upon me, drag me to and fro, On the base earth, like carrion. Desperation, In every fibre of my frame, cried Vengeance ! I left the room which he had quitted : Chance, (Curse on the chance !) while boiling with my wrongs.
Seite 25 - One of the best that we can show, believe me, Is mildness to a servant. Servants, brother, Are born with fortune's yoke about their necks, And that is galling in itself enough ; We should not goad them under it. Sir E. Brother, your hand. You have a gentle nature : May no mischance e'er ruffle it, my brother...