Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, 5. köideLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1821 - 807 pages |
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... numbers with a bleeding heart . Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ! How silent did his old companions tread , By midnight lamps , the mansions of the dead , Through breathing statues ...
... numbers with a bleeding heart . Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ! How silent did his old companions tread , By midnight lamps , the mansions of the dead , Through breathing statues ...
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... number of his foes , Kens well the great advantage ; slinks behind , And slyly creeps through the same beaten track , And hunts them step by step : then views , escap'd , With inward ecstasy , the panting throng In their own footsteps ...
... number of his foes , Kens well the great advantage ; slinks behind , And slyly creeps through the same beaten track , And hunts them step by step : then views , escap'd , With inward ecstasy , the panting throng In their own footsteps ...
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... number to be reared . Of setting them out to their several walks . Care to be taken to prevent their hunting too soon . Of entering the whelps . Of breaking them from running at sheep . Of the diseases of hounds . Of their age . Of ...
... number to be reared . Of setting them out to their several walks . Care to be taken to prevent their hunting too soon . Of entering the whelps . Of breaking them from running at sheep . Of the diseases of hounds . Of their age . Of ...
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... number few , Are yet of great account ; shall oft untie The Gordian knot , when reason at a stand Puzzling is lost , and all thy art is vain . O'er clogging fallows , o'er dry plaster'd roads , O'er floated meads , o'er plains with ...
... number few , Are yet of great account ; shall oft untie The Gordian knot , when reason at a stand Puzzling is lost , and all thy art is vain . O'er clogging fallows , o'er dry plaster'd roads , O'er floated meads , o'er plains with ...
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... number of the sacred nine . Soon as she spreads her hand , th ' aërial guard Descend , and sit on each important card : First Ariel perch'd upon a Matadore , Then each according to the rank they bore ; For Sylphs , yet mindful of their ...
... number of the sacred nine . Soon as she spreads her hand , th ' aërial guard Descend , and sit on each important card : First Ariel perch'd upon a Matadore , Then each according to the rank they bore ; For Sylphs , yet mindful of their ...
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Page 176 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph, that adores and burns : To Him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 206 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Page 171 - Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel ; And who but wishes to invert the laws Of Order, sins against th
Page 112 - Who gave the ball or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British Queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes: At every word a reputation dies.
Page 167 - AWAKE, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan: ' A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot; Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Page 108 - Some to the sun their insect-wings unfold, Waft on the breeze, or sink in clouds of gold ; Transparent forms, too fine for mortal sight, Their fluid bodies half...
Page 123 - Oh hadst thou, cruel! been content to seize Hairs less in sight, or any hairs but these!
Page 175 - See, thro' this air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go! Around, how wide! how deep extend below! Vast chain of Being! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach; from Infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing.
Page 170 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 131 - Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid ; They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires, The virgin's wish without her fears impart, Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart, Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.