The Feast of the Poets: With Notes, and Other Pieces in VerseJ. Cawthorn, 1814 - 157 strán (strany) |
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... turning about , left the room in vexation , And Hook , they say , could'nt help mutt'ring ' Damnation ! ' ' Twas lucky for Colman he was'nt there too , For his pranks would have certainly met with their due , And Sheridan's also , that ...
... turning about , left the room in vexation , And Hook , they say , could'nt help mutt'ring ' Damnation ! ' ' Twas lucky for Colman he was'nt there too , For his pranks would have certainly met with their due , And Sheridan's also , that ...
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... turn'd from the rest without even a look ; For Coleridge had vex'd him long since , I suppose , 18 By his idling , and gabbling , and muddling in prose ; 16 And Wordsworth , one day , made his very hairs bristle , By going and changing ...
... turn'd from the rest without even a look ; For Coleridge had vex'd him long since , I suppose , 18 By his idling , and gabbling , and muddling in prose ; 16 And Wordsworth , one day , made his very hairs bristle , By going and changing ...
Strana 14
... turning and smoothing his frown , Bade Southey take warning , and let him sit down ; But the rest of Bob's friends , too ambitious to flinch , Stood fixing their faces , and stirred not an inch ; While Sam , looking soft and politely ...
... turning and smoothing his frown , Bade Southey take warning , and let him sit down ; But the rest of Bob's friends , too ambitious to flinch , Stood fixing their faces , and stirred not an inch ; While Sam , looking soft and politely ...
Strana 16
... turn'd pale , and suppress'd , With a death - bed sensation , a blasphemous jest.23 But Phoebus no sooner had gain'd his good ends , Than he put off his terrors , and rais'd up his friends , Who stood for a moment , entranc'd to behold ...
... turn'd pale , and suppress'd , With a death - bed sensation , a blasphemous jest.23 But Phoebus no sooner had gain'd his good ends , Than he put off his terrors , and rais'd up his friends , Who stood for a moment , entranc'd to behold ...
Strana 17
... turn'd to whatever was racy and rare : The fish and the flesh , for example , were done , On account of their fineness , in flame from the sun ; The wines were all nectar of different smack , To which Muskat was nothing , nor Virginis ...
... turn'd to whatever was racy and rare : The fish and the flesh , for example , were done , On account of their fineness , in flame from the sun ; The wines were all nectar of different smack , To which Muskat was nothing , nor Virginis ...
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Strana 100 - A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain...
Strana 113 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Strana 34 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Strana 33 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Strana 99 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the...
Strana 33 - But ev'ry eye was fix'd on her alone. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, Quick as her eyes, and as...
Strana 113 - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound. And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Strana 102 - 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.
Strana 113 - That very time I saw (but thou couldst not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Strana 136 - Bithynos liquisse campos et videre te in tuto ! o quid solutis est beatius curis ? cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino labore fessi venimus larem ad nostrum desideratoque acquiescimus lecto. hoc est, quod unum est pro laboribus tantis.