The Bardiad: A Poem ; in Two CantosLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, etc., etc., Originally published as an ode.-Pref., 1823 - 286 pages |
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... hand , He stemm'd the cruel surge , and reach'd the land ; While straining high his left , secure he bore His " Lusiad , " Lisbon's glory , to the shore . Forth , clad with light , the great TORQUATO came , Victim of exile , poverty ...
... hand , He stemm'd the cruel surge , and reach'd the land ; While straining high his left , secure he bore His " Lusiad , " Lisbon's glory , to the shore . Forth , clad with light , the great TORQUATO came , Victim of exile , poverty ...
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... hand conceals the lance of death . So , while the waves of sullen ocean roll , Far from the cypress and the village - toll , From the cold deck the putrid carcase falls , When the blue grave of starless midnight calls . Nor leave we ...
... hand conceals the lance of death . So , while the waves of sullen ocean roll , Far from the cypress and the village - toll , From the cold deck the putrid carcase falls , When the blue grave of starless midnight calls . Nor leave we ...
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... hand of Swaran , striving in the battle of heroes . His face is like the beam of the setting moon . His robes are of the clouds of the hill . His eyes are like two decaying flames . Dark is the wound of his breast . — The stars dim ...
... hand of Swaran , striving in the battle of heroes . His face is like the beam of the setting moon . His robes are of the clouds of the hill . His eyes are like two decaying flames . Dark is the wound of his breast . — The stars dim ...
Page 69
... hand over the hero . Faintly he raised his feeble voice , like the gale of the reedy Lego . - My ghost , O Connal ! is on my native hills ; but my corse is on the sands of Ullin . Thou shalt never talk with Crugal , or find his lone ...
... hand over the hero . Faintly he raised his feeble voice , like the gale of the reedy Lego . - My ghost , O Connal ! is on my native hills ; but my corse is on the sands of Ullin . Thou shalt never talk with Crugal , or find his lone ...
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... hand : the course of the storm is mine . The king of Sora is my son , he bends at the stone of my power . His battle is around Carric - thura ; and he will pre- vail ! Fly to thy land , son of Comhal , or feel my flaming wrath ! " He ...
... hand : the course of the storm is mine . The king of Sora is my son , he bends at the stone of my power . His battle is around Carric - thura ; and he will pre- vail ! Fly to thy land , son of Comhal , or feel my flaming wrath ! " He ...
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Page 190 - The archers have sorely grieved him, and shot at him, and hated him: But his bow abode in strength, and the arms of his hands were made strong by the hands of the mighty Go<J of Jacob : (from thence is the shepherd, the stone of Israel...
Page 201 - Who can count the dust of Jacob, And the number of the fourth part of Israel ? Let me die the death of the righteous, And let my last end be like his...
Page 187 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Page 176 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Page 175 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.
Page 196 - See now that I, even I, am he, and there is no god with me : I kill, and I make alive ; I wound, and I heal : neither is there any that can deliver out of my hand.
Page 190 - Judah is a lion's whelp; from the prey, my son, thou art gone up. He stooped down, he couched as a lion, and as an old lion. Who shall rouse him up? The sceptre shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver from between his feet, until Shiloh come; and unto him shall the gathering of the people be.
Page 100 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Page 136 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Page 194 - Lord, hath dashed in pieces the enemy. And in the greatness of thine excellency thou hast overthrown them that rose up against thee: Thou sentest forth thy wrath, which consumed them as stubble. And with the blast of thy nostrils the waters were gathered together, The floods stood upright as a heap, And the depths were congealed in the heart of the sea.