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... rest of mankind , by the enchantment of your address , and could not forbear to wish that I might boast myself le vainqueur du vainqueur de la terre ; -that I might obtain that regard for which I saw the world contend- ing ; but I found ...
... rest of mankind , by the enchantment of your address , and could not forbear to wish that I might boast myself le vainqueur du vainqueur de la terre ; -that I might obtain that regard for which I saw the world contend- ing ; but I found ...
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... rest . Grief aids disease , remembered folly stings , And his last sighs reproach the faith of kings . Speak thou , whose thoughts at humble peace repine , Shall Wolsey's wealth , with Wolsey's end be thine ! Or liv'st thou now , with ...
... rest . Grief aids disease , remembered folly stings , And his last sighs reproach the faith of kings . Speak thou , whose thoughts at humble peace repine , Shall Wolsey's wealth , with Wolsey's end be thine ! Or liv'st thou now , with ...
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... rest I find , upon my sleep ; Or some swoln serpent twist his scales around , And wake to anguish with a burning wound . Thrice happy they , the wise contented poor , From lust of wealth and dread of death secure ! They tempt no deserts ...
... rest I find , upon my sleep ; Or some swoln serpent twist his scales around , And wake to anguish with a burning wound . Thrice happy they , the wise contented poor , From lust of wealth and dread of death secure ! They tempt no deserts ...
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... rest ! And oft as ease and health retire To breezy lawn , or forest deep , The friend shall view yon whitening spire , And ' mid the varied landscape weep . But thou , who own'st that earthly bed , Ah ! what will every dirge avail ? Or ...
... rest ! And oft as ease and health retire To breezy lawn , or forest deep , The friend shall view yon whitening spire , And ' mid the varied landscape weep . But thou , who own'st that earthly bed , Ah ! what will every dirge avail ? Or ...
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... rest , ' & c . " Mr D'Israeli has pointed out this resemblance in his Curiosities of Literature , ' and it appears well- founded . The palm of merit , as well as originality , seems to rest with Shenstone ; for it is more natural and ...
... rest , ' & c . " Mr D'Israeli has pointed out this resemblance in his Curiosities of Literature , ' and it appears well- founded . The palm of merit , as well as originality , seems to rest with Shenstone ; for it is more natural and ...
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Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Volym 2 Robert Chambers Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1844 |
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Sida 410 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Sida 32 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Sida 398 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Sida 327 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Sida 56 - Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Sida 340 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Sida 219 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Sida 406 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Sida 327 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
Sida 406 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, — Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath, — Now more than ever seems it rich to die ; To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.