Poems

Framsida
Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1823 - 96 sidor
 

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Sida 1 - Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields — like those of old Sought in the Atlantic Main — why should they be A history only of departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was ? For the discerning intellect of Man, When wedded to this goodly universe In love and holy passion, shall find these A simple produce of the common day.
Sida 31 - Not childhood alone, but the young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal. He knows it indeed, and, if need were, he could preach a homily on the fragility of life ; but he brings it not home to himself, any more than in a hot June we can appropriate to our imagination the freezing days of December.
Sida 31 - We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two ? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun And bleat the one at the other.
Sida 20 - Je n'avais jamais vu de la pervenche, je ne me baissai pas pour l'examiner, et j'ai la vue trop courte pour distinguer ā terre les plantes de ma hauteur. Je jetai seulement en passant un coup d'œil sur celle-lā, et prčs de trente ans se sont passés sans que j'aie revu de la pervenche, ou que j'y aie fait attention. En 1764, étant ā Cressier avec mon ami M.
Sida 34 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Sida 20 - Non seulement je me rappelle les temps, les lieux, les personnes, mais tous les objets environnants, la température de l'air, son odeur, sa couleur, une certaine impression locale qui ne s'est fait sentir que lā, et dont le souvenir vif m'y transporte de nouveau.
Sida 20 - En montant et regardant parmi les buissons, je pousse un cri de joie : Ah ! voilā de la pervenche ! et c'en était en effet.
Sida 20 - Peyrou, nous mentions une petite montagne au sommet de laquelle il a un joli salon qu'il appelle avec raison Belle-vue. Je commencais alors d'herboriser un peu. En montant et regardant parmi les buissons je pousse un cri de joye: ah voila de la pervenche; et e'en etait en effet.
Sida 31 - Poems, 1823, one of the chief of whicn was " Stanzas on the Difficulty with which, in Youth, we Bring Home to our Habitual Consciousness, the Idea of Death," to which Lloyd appended the following sentence from Elia's essay on " New Year's Eve," as motto: "Not childhood alone, but the young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal. He knows it indeed, and, if need were, he could preach a homily on the fragility of life ; but he brings it...

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