Clifton Grove. Miscellaneous poems. Time. The Christiad. Prose compositions : Remarks on the English poets. Sternhold and Hopkins. Warton. Cursory remarks on tragedy. Melancholy hours. ReflectionsVernor, Hood, and Sharpe, 1808 - English literature |
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... 107 · 108 POEMS OF A LATER DATE . To a Friend in Distress , who , when Henry reasoned with him calmly , asked , if he did not feel for him · . 109 . 110 111 115 CONTENTS . Christmas Day Nelsoni Mors 66 Hymn . Awake vi CONTENTS .
... 107 · 108 POEMS OF A LATER DATE . To a Friend in Distress , who , when Henry reasoned with him calmly , asked , if he did not feel for him · . 109 . 110 111 115 CONTENTS . Christmas Day Nelsoni Mors 66 Hymn . Awake vi CONTENTS .
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... feel how sweet , how free from strife , The harmless pleasures of a harmless life , No more his soul would pant for joys impure , The deadly chalice would no more allure , But the sweet potion he was wont to sip , Would turn to poison ...
... feel how sweet , how free from strife , The harmless pleasures of a harmless life , No more his soul would pant for joys impure , The deadly chalice would no more allure , But the sweet potion he was wont to sip , Would turn to poison ...
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... feeling , can survey Unmov'd , their fairest prospects fade away : But yet a few there be , -too soon o'ercast ! Who shrink unhappy from the adverse blast , And woo the first bright gleam , which breaks the gloom , To gild the silent ...
... feeling , can survey Unmov'd , their fairest prospects fade away : But yet a few there be , -too soon o'ercast ! Who shrink unhappy from the adverse blast , And woo the first bright gleam , which breaks the gloom , To gild the silent ...
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... feel press heavy on my vitals , Slow sapping the warm current of existence . My moments now are few - The sand of ... feel divide The tender bond that ties my soul to earth . Yes , I must die - I feel that I must die ; And though to me ...
... feel press heavy on my vitals , Slow sapping the warm current of existence . My moments now are few - The sand of ... feel divide The tender bond that ties my soul to earth . Yes , I must die - I feel that I must die ; And though to me ...
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... feel the hand of death arrest one's steps , Throw a chill blight o'er all one's budding hopes , And hurl one's soul untimely to the shades , Lost in the gaping gulph of blank oblivion . Fifty years hence , and who will hear of Henry ...
... feel the hand of death arrest one's steps , Throw a chill blight o'er all one's budding hopes , And hurl one's soul untimely to the shades , Lost in the gaping gulph of blank oblivion . Fifty years hence , and who will hear of Henry ...
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Page 106 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Page 173 - He bowed the heavens also, and came down : and darkness was under His feet. And He rode upon a cherub, and did fly : yea, He did fly upon the wings of the wind.
Page 187 - Tis she ! — but why that bleeding bosom gor'd ' Why dimly gleams the visionary sword ? Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly ! tell, Is it in heaven a crime to love too well ? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a Lover's or a Roman's part ? Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those...
Page 175 - Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant...
Page 176 - Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the clouds his chariot, and walketh upon the wings of the wind.
Page 175 - Parts it may ravage, but preserves the whole. On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but Passion is the gale ; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.
Page 174 - THE Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high ; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherub and on cherubim, Full royally he rode ; And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad.
Page 103 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
Page 182 - But various Iris, Jove's commands to bear, Speeds on the wings of winds through liquid air : In Priam's porch the Trojan chiefs she found, The old consulting, and the youths around.
Page 131 - Tis passing strange, to mark his fallacies ; Behold him proudly view some pompous pile, Whose high dome swells to emulate the skies, And smile, and say, my name shall live with this Till Time shall be no more...