Satires; and The Beggar's Coin, a PoemHurst, Chance, and Company, 1831 - 174 Seiten |
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... dance by the clear running brook- But to love not one thought ever yield . For my heart , oh ! my saddened heart knows , And would warn thee to shun the sweet spell ; For not often this blessed tear flows- Oh , not often my sorrows I ...
... dance by the clear running brook- But to love not one thought ever yield . For my heart , oh ! my saddened heart knows , And would warn thee to shun the sweet spell ; For not often this blessed tear flows- Oh , not often my sorrows I ...
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... still bear me on Or sleep on the wave till the haven be won . O'er light billows dancing , Mid glad scenes advancing Still , still will I love thee - for I'm not alone ! 2 Now around us the skies are all beaming and CANTO THE SECOND . 71.
... still bear me on Or sleep on the wave till the haven be won . O'er light billows dancing , Mid glad scenes advancing Still , still will I love thee - for I'm not alone ! 2 Now around us the skies are all beaming and CANTO THE SECOND . 71.
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... dancing , tragic tears , might own Their special Muse , their own peculiar one , All reigned alike on Helicon and all Would dance round Phoebus when he gave a ball . * The poet worshipped all , for all inspired By turns his mind and ...
... dancing , tragic tears , might own Their special Muse , their own peculiar one , All reigned alike on Helicon and all Would dance round Phoebus when he gave a ball . * The poet worshipped all , for all inspired By turns his mind and ...
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... when you heard her speak , " Did she not bid you welcome in Greek ? " List : I went up and asked to dance .... Well , and did she not frown with a scornful glance ? K 66 ... List , list and thou'lt hear ; she A Fool and " a Blue"
... when you heard her speak , " Did she not bid you welcome in Greek ? " List : I went up and asked to dance .... Well , and did she not frown with a scornful glance ? K 66 ... List , list and thou'lt hear ; she A Fool and " a Blue"
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... dance . Besides flirting - but this in a moderate way- Sad , solemn , and sour , so we cannot gainsay . Though ... dancing and walking and driving . And the ladies are pleased their sweet faces to show Off to all when to Regent Street ...
... dance . Besides flirting - but this in a moderate way- Sad , solemn , and sour , so we cannot gainsay . Though ... dancing and walking and driving . And the ladies are pleased their sweet faces to show Off to all when to Regent Street ...
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Alps Anreva Bard Bath Bay of Biscay beam Beaux BEGGAR'S COIN blend bless blest bliss bosom breast breath bright Byron c'est calm Canto Castalian spring charms cher Childe Harold clouds controul Cuma d'autres dance dear deemed dream e'en English esprit eyes fair fancy fantôme Farewell fear feel Fete fire flame flow'rets France gaze gentle gloire glow gondola grace heart heaven hope hues inspire Ischia isle Italy LE Vainqueur Lecco Lena light lives lyre maid Mantou mind modern monde mourn Muse Naples neath night Nina noble nought o'er Passé perchance poem poet poetry pure qu'un reign round sailor's satire scene scorn seemed sentiments siécle sigh skies smiles soft song soon sorrow soul spirit Stanza strain sweet tears tell thee thou thought thrill tide tone Twas Venetian Venice wave weep wild yore young youthful
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Seite 155 - Some kinder casuists are pleased to say In nameless print — that I have no devotion ; But set those persons down with me to pray, And you shall see who has the properest notion Of getting into heaven the shortest way : My altars are the mountains and the ocean, Earth, air, stars — all that springs from the great Whole, Who hath produced, and will receive the soul.
Seite 151 - Enter: its grandeur overwhelms thee not; And why? It is not lessen'd; but thy mind, Expanded by the genius of the spot, Has grown colossal, and can only find A fit abode wherein appear enshrined Thy hopes of immortality; and thou Shalt one day, if found worthy, so defined, See thy God face to face, as thou dost now His Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow.
Seite 158 - She gazed upon a World she scarcely knew, As seeking not to know it; silent, lone, As grows a flower, thus quietly she grew, And kept her heart serene within its zone. There was awe in the homage which she drew ; Her Spirit seemed as seated on a throne Apart from the surrounding world, and strong In its own strength — most strange in one so young ! XLVIII.
Seite 150 - And when, at length, the mind shall be all free From what it hates in this degraded form, Reft of its carnal life, save what shall be Existent happier in the fly and worm, When Elements to Elements conform. And dust is as it should be, shall I not Feel all I see less dazzling but more warm ? The bodiless thought? the Spirit of each spot? Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot ? LXXV.
Seite 150 - Yet if, as holiest men have deemed, there be A land of souls beyond that sable shore, To shame the doctrine of the Sadducee And sophists, madly vain of dubious lore...
Seite 157 - Early in years, and yet more infantine In figure, she had something of sublime In eyes which sadly shone, as seraphs' shine. All youth — but with an aspect beyond time; Radiant and grave — as pitying man's decline ; Mournful — but mournful of another's crime, She look'd as if she sat by Eden's door, And grieved for those who could return no more.
Seite 156 - But these are foolish things to all the wise, And I love wisdom more than she loves me ; My tendency is to philosophise On most things, from a tyrant to a tree ; But still the spouseless virgin Knowledge flies. What are we ? and whence came we ? what shall be Our ultimate existence ? what's our present ? Are questions answerless, and yet incessant.
Seite 157 - She made the earth below seem holy ground. This may be superstition, weak or wild, But even the faintest relics of a shrine Of any worship wake some thoughts divine.
Seite 159 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be...
Seite 155 - Ave, Maria ; blessed be the hour, The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet, the forest leaves seemed stirred with prayer.