Poems, Essays and Opinions: First series Selections from August 7th, 1850, to the end of February, 1851Aylott and Jones, 1851 |
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Poems, Essays and Opinions: First series Selections from August 7th, 1850 ... Alfred Bate Richards Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1851 |
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ALFRED BATE RICHARDS angel Bahadoor beneath better bosom breast breath Brummagem Bully Bright charity child cold cried crime cruel dare dark death doth dream dull E'en earth England eyes false fancy fate fear feel flunkeyism genius give gloom grave grief hand hath Haynau heart Heaven honour hope human human clay leaves Leigh Hunt light living look Lord Louis Philippe lov'd magistrate Mammon memory mind mock moral morning neath night noble o'er once opinion pain Pharisee pity poem poet poetry Police policeman poor pride prisoner proud PUDENTIANA racter Richard Cobden RICHARD KINDER Rome round Shakespeare Sirs sleep smile sorrow soul spirit steal STORM OF PASSION tears tell thee There's things Thomas Hood thou thought tomb true truth Twas virtue voice vulgar wave whilst woman Wordsworth wretch wrong
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Sida 183 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Sida 209 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Sida 209 - Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, To welcome Him to this His new abode, Now while the Heaven, by the Sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?
Sida 183 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Sida 209 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale, Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn...
Sida 192 - By observation of affinities In objects where no brotherhood exists To passive minds.
Sida 143 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land...
Sida 195 - All moveables of wonder, from all parts, Are here — Albinos, painted Indians, Dwarfs, The Horse of knowledge, and the learned Pig, The Stone-eater, the man that swallows fire, Giants, Ventriloquists, the Invisible Girl...
Sida 185 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Sida 209 - It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.