The Poetical Works of Anna Seward: With Extracts from Her Literary Correspondence, Volume 3J. Ballantyne and Company, 1810 - Poets, English |
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... , an extensive village , that runs along a mountainous terrace , in one of the highest parts of the Peak . She was born there , and there past the first seven years VOL . III . Pensive I trace the Derwent's amber wave , Foaming through.
... , an extensive village , that runs along a mountainous terrace , in one of the highest parts of the Peak . She was born there , and there past the first seven years VOL . III . Pensive I trace the Derwent's amber wave , Foaming through.
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... wave , Foaming through umbrag'd banks , or view it lave The soft , romantic vallies , high o'er - peer'd By hills and rocks , in savage grandeur rear❜d . Not two short miles from thee , can I refrain Thy haunts , my native EYAM , long ...
... wave , Foaming through umbrag'd banks , or view it lave The soft , romantic vallies , high o'er - peer'd By hills and rocks , in savage grandeur rear❜d . Not two short miles from thee , can I refrain Thy haunts , my native EYAM , long ...
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... waves Up to the Throne of God . - O ! what is Virtue , If praise of those , who thus their talents ten Ardent improv'd , is folly , or is vice ? Nor only on the wreaths for Genius twined Fall the deep shadows of this Cynic spleen ; Mark ...
... waves Up to the Throne of God . - O ! what is Virtue , If praise of those , who thus their talents ten Ardent improv'd , is folly , or is vice ? Nor only on the wreaths for Genius twined Fall the deep shadows of this Cynic spleen ; Mark ...
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... valley , and no nearer glen , That twining Wye's cerulean current laves , Or yellow Derwent with his frothing waves ; No rock , no hamlet , on the mountain's swell 10 22 Epistle to Mr Newton, the Derbyshire Minstrel,
... valley , and no nearer glen , That twining Wye's cerulean current laves , Or yellow Derwent with his frothing waves ; No rock , no hamlet , on the mountain's swell 10 22 Epistle to Mr Newton, the Derbyshire Minstrel,
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... wave , On volant steel , like winds , to sweep ; To meet in fight the brave ; But ah , though great in arts and arms , From love's blest hope she warns me , Not all my well - won glory charms , A Russian maiden scorns me . III . On ...
... wave , On volant steel , like winds , to sweep ; To meet in fight the brave ; But ah , though great in arts and arms , From love's blest hope she warns me , Not all my well - won glory charms , A Russian maiden scorns me . III . On ...
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amid ANNA SEWARD ARGANTYR beauty bend beneath blest bloom bowers breast breath bright brow Charm'd charms clouds cold dark darken'd dear Deva e'en Eglwyseg EYAM eyes fair fame fate fires flood gale Genius gild gleams glide gloom glow golden grace heart HERVA hills hope Horace joys LADY ELEANOR BUTLER LICHFIELD Licinius life's light Llangollen lonely loud lustre lyre maid MARCHIONESS OF DONEGALL morn mourn Muse Naiad ne'er night numbers Nymph o'er pale Paraphrase plain Poem poet poetic pride proud resistless rise rising song rocks rose Rule Britannia scene scorn shade shalt shine shore sighs silent skies smile soft song SONNET soul spirit storms strains stream sullen sweet tears TELEPHUS tender TEUCER thee thine thou thro tomb vale vanish'd verse vex'd Vincent Bourne warm waves wild winds Winter Wrexham youth
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Page 78 - Ah me ! what hand can touch the strings so fine ? Who up the lofty diapason roll Such sweet, such sad, such solemn airs divine, Then let them down again into the soul...
Page 161 - I love to rise ere gleams the tardy light, Winter's pale dawn ; and as warm fires illume, And cheerful tapers shine around the room, Through misty windows bend my musing sight Where, round the dusky lawn, the mansions white, With shutters closed, peer faintly through the gloom, That slow recedes; while yon gray spires assume, Rising from their dark pile, an added height By indistinctness given.
Page 77 - In the elliptic arch of the door, there is a prismatic lantern of variously tinted glass, containing two large lamps with their reflectors. The light they shed resembles that of a volcano, gloomily glaring. Opposite, on the chimney-piece, a couple of small lamps, in marble reservoirs, assist the prismatic lantern to supply the place of candles, by a light more consonant to the style of the apartment, the pictures it contains of absent friends, and to its aerial music.
Page 114 - SONNET. SIDDONS! when first commenced thy ardent course, The Powers, that guard the Drama's awful shrineBeauty and grandeur, tenderness and force, Silence that speaks, and eloquence divine — For thee erected that approachless throne None may or hope to conquer or to share ; And all our subject passions trembling own Each various sense subdued and captive there. Yet the heart says, " Respect a rival claim, A claim that rises in unvanquish'd strife : Behold ! dividing still the palm of fame, Her...
Page 192 - While summer roses all their glory yield To crown the votary of love and joy, Misfortune's victim hails, with many a sigh, Thee, scarlet Poppy of the pathless field, Gaudy, yet wild and lone; no leaf to shield Thy flaccid vest, that, as the gale blows high, Flaps, and alternate folds around thy head. — So stands in the long grass a...
Page 224 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease...
Page 309 - Her bloom was like the springing flower, That sips the silver dew; The rose was budded in her cheek, Just opening to the view.
Page 366 - The Grave of Youth. WHEN life is hurried to untimely close, In the years of crystal eyes and burnish'd hair, Dire are the thoughts of death ; — eternal parting From all the precious soul's yet known delights, All she had clung to here ; — from youth and hope, And the year's blossom'd April ; — bounding strength, Which had out-leap'd the roes, when morning suns Yellow'd their...
Page 91 - Mid the forest's inmost gloom, Thy daughter, circling thrice thy tomb, With mystic rites of thrilling power Disturbs thee at this midnight hour I I, thy Sauferlama's child, Of my filial right beguil'd, Now adjure thee to resign The charmed Sword by birth-right mine ! When the Dwarf on Eyvor's plain, Dim glided by thy marriage-train, In jewel'd belt of gorgeous pride, To thy pale and trembling bride, Gave he not, in whisper deep, That dread companion...
Page 3 - The ancient custom of hanging a garland of white roses made of writing paper, and a pair of white gloves, over the pew of the unmarried villagers who die in the flower of their age, prevails to this day in the village of Eyam, and in most other villages and little towns in the Peak.