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... verses at seventeen , time has somewhat un- tuned my feelings , and left me little of that inclination to rhyme which once developed itself in odes , elegies , and sonnets . Besides , in the present day , we have poetry in excess ...
... verses at seventeen , time has somewhat un- tuned my feelings , and left me little of that inclination to rhyme which once developed itself in odes , elegies , and sonnets . Besides , in the present day , we have poetry in excess ...
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... verse : it is no wonder they did so on this occa- sion . I present you with the stanzas , as a faithful picture of my feelings , without any profession of modesty , any deprecation of cri- ticism , or any suggestions that their faults ...
... verse : it is no wonder they did so on this occa- sion . I present you with the stanzas , as a faithful picture of my feelings , without any profession of modesty , any deprecation of cri- ticism , or any suggestions that their faults ...
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... verses , that I began to feel the longing after immortality , ' the generous desire of imparting in perpetuity to others some of that delight which filled my own breast . I accord- ingly looked out for some means of appearing in print ...
... verses , that I began to feel the longing after immortality , ' the generous desire of imparting in perpetuity to others some of that delight which filled my own breast . I accord- ingly looked out for some means of appearing in print ...
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... verses - my heart palpitated - they were my own ! What are the delightful sensations of a mother , on seeing her first - born child , I do not know ; but they can scarcely surpass those of an author , on such an occasion as this . " In ...
... verses - my heart palpitated - they were my own ! What are the delightful sensations of a mother , on seeing her first - born child , I do not know ; but they can scarcely surpass those of an author , on such an occasion as this . " In ...
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Francis Roscommon (pseud.) of such verses . I had not put my signature to them , but had subscribed the classical and pas- toral name of Tityrus ; and , as I approached the town , I could not help picturing in my imagination the ardent ...
Francis Roscommon (pseud.) of such verses . I had not put my signature to them , but had subscribed the classical and pas- toral name of Tityrus ; and , as I approached the town , I could not help picturing in my imagination the ardent ...
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Letters for the Press: On the Feelings, Passions, Manners, and Pursuits of Men Francis Roscommon Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1832 |
Letters for the Press: On the Feelings, Passions, Manners, and Pursuits of Men Francis Roscommon Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2017 |
Letters for the Press: On the Feelings Passionsnanners and Pursrits of Men Francis Roscommon Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2015 |
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Sida 33 - In every government, though terrors reign, Though tyrant kings or tyrant laws restrain, How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure! Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find. With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy: The lifted axe, the agonizing wheel, Luke's iron crown, 1 and Damien's bed of steel.
Sida 163 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Sida 163 - He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him...
Sida 172 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Sida 171 - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Sida 172 - No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet, — But, hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm!
Sida 63 - In oblique shadow on the walls. And since those trappings first were new How many a cloudless day, To rob the velvet of its hue, Has come and passed away ! How many a setting sun hath made That curious lattice-work of shade ! Crumbled beneath the hillock green The cunning hand must be, That...
Sida 172 - Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain ; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear ; And when they smiled because he...
Sida 168 - Alarm'd she trembles at the moving shade ; And feels alive through all her tender form, The whisper'd murmurs of the gathering storm ; Shuts her sweet eyelids to approaching night, , And hails with freshen'd. charms the rising light.
Sida 164 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest...