Oxford: A PoemS. Collingwood; pub. by Whittaker, London, 1831 - 258 pages |
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... poet hail'd : See Athens in her classic bloom revive , Her sages worshipp'd , and her bards alive ! See Rome triumphant , but with banner furl'd , Awake her genius to enchant a world ! There are who see no intellectual rays Flash from ...
... poet hail'd : See Athens in her classic bloom revive , Her sages worshipp'd , and her bards alive ! See Rome triumphant , but with banner furl'd , Awake her genius to enchant a world ! There are who see no intellectual rays Flash from ...
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... Poetic dreams of melody and love . On him , as yet a verse - enchanted child , The Soul of nature , Shakespeare's self , had smil'd ! — Oh ! to have listen'd to that glorious tongue , And seen the man on whom a World has hung , Till ...
... Poetic dreams of melody and love . On him , as yet a verse - enchanted child , The Soul of nature , Shakespeare's self , had smil'd ! — Oh ! to have listen'd to that glorious tongue , And seen the man on whom a World has hung , Till ...
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... and statesmen high , To be forgotten , when the world shall die ! - Here Sydney dreamt , Marcellus of his land , Whom poets lov'd , and Queens admitted grand ; Of princely nature , open , brave , and free 58 PART I. OXFORD .
... and statesmen high , To be forgotten , when the world shall die ! - Here Sydney dreamt , Marcellus of his land , Whom poets lov'd , and Queens admitted grand ; Of princely nature , open , brave , and free 58 PART I. OXFORD .
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... poet's skill , And dream'd the melodies of COOPER'S HILL . And haughty b Chatham , at whose humbling word Ev'n Walpole trembled , when its pow'r was heard ; Who baffled France , America , and Gaul , To throne his England like a queen o ...
... poet's skill , And dream'd the melodies of COOPER'S HILL . And haughty b Chatham , at whose humbling word Ev'n Walpole trembled , when its pow'r was heard ; Who baffled France , America , and Gaul , To throne his England like a queen o ...
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... poet's line , ' Tis thine to kindle , when the soul is free To form an idol , and confess it theek ! - This vent'ring page I know not who may view ; Some heart may feel it , and pronounce it true , Welcome the thoughts that once its own ...
... poet's line , ' Tis thine to kindle , when the soul is free To form an idol , and confess it theek ! - This vent'ring page I know not who may view ; Some heart may feel it , and pronounce it true , Welcome the thoughts that once its own ...
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Page 214 - O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Page 187 - But wild beasts of the desert shall lie there; and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; and owls shall dwell there, and satyrs shall dance there.
Page 202 - Hie, dum sublimis versus ructatur et errat, Si veluti merulis intentus decidit auceps In puteum foveamve, licet, ' Succurrite,
Page 188 - Oxford with a stock of erudition that might have puzzled a doctor, and a degree of ignorance of which a school-boy would have been ashamed.
Page 217 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 223 - Twere well might Critics still this freedom take, But Appius reddens at each word you speak, And stares, tremendous, with a threat'ning eye, Like some fierce Tyrant in old tapestry.
Page 234 - Say, for you saw us, ye immortal lights, How oft unwearied have we spent the nights, Till the Ledaean stars, so famed for love, Wonder'd at us from above! We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine ; But search of deep Philosophy, Wit, Eloquence, and Poetry, Arts which I loved, for they, my friend, were thine.
Page 195 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among...
Page 213 - Wo to her stubborn heart, if once mine come Into the self-same room, 'Twill tear and blow up all within, Like a grenado shot into a magazin. Then shall Love keep the ashes, and torn parts, Of both our broken hearts : Shall out of both one new one make ; From her's th" allay; from mine, the metal take.
Page 194 - A poet, while living, is seldom an object sufficiently great to attract much attention ; his real merits are known but to a few, and these are generally sparing in their praises. When his fame is increased by time, it is then too late to investigate the peculiarities of his disposition ; the dews of morning are past, and we vainly try to continue the chase by the meridian splendor.