Hours of idleness. English bards and Scotch reviewers. Hints from Horace. The curse of Minerva. The waltz. Age of bronze. The vision of judgment. Morgante maggioreJohn Murray, 1831 |
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Strana 15
... dreams of my boyhood , how much I regret you ! Unfaded your memory dwells in my breast * ; Though sad and deserted , I ne'er can forget you ; Your pleasures may still be in fancy possest . 8 . To Idat full oft may remembrance restore me ...
... dreams of my boyhood , how much I regret you ! Unfaded your memory dwells in my breast * ; Though sad and deserted , I ne'er can forget you ; Your pleasures may still be in fancy possest . 8 . To Idat full oft may remembrance restore me ...
Strana 35
... dream of bliss is past , One pang , my girl , and all is over . 2 . Alas ! that pang will be severe , Which bids us part to meet no more , Which tears me far from one so dear , Departing for a distant shore . 3 . Well : we have pass'd ...
... dream of bliss is past , One pang , my girl , and all is over . 2 . Alas ! that pang will be severe , Which bids us part to meet no more , Which tears me far from one so dear , Departing for a distant shore . 3 . Well : we have pass'd ...
Strana 41
... dream of that pure breast , How could I dwell upon its snows ? Yet is the daring wish represt , For that , would banish its repose . 3 . A glance from thy soul - searching eye Can raise with hope , depress with fear ; Yet I conceal my ...
... dream of that pure breast , How could I dwell upon its snows ? Yet is the daring wish represt , For that , would banish its repose . 3 . A glance from thy soul - searching eye Can raise with hope , depress with fear ; Yet I conceal my ...
Strana 48
... dream , A theme we never can despise . 2 . Who blames it but the envious fool , The old and disappointed maid ? Or pupil of the prudish school , In single sorrow doom'd to fade ? 3 . Then read , dear girl ! with feeling read , For thou ...
... dream , A theme we never can despise . 2 . Who blames it but the envious fool , The old and disappointed maid ? Or pupil of the prudish school , In single sorrow doom'd to fade ? 3 . Then read , dear girl ! with feeling read , For thou ...
Strana 50
... dreams ; What are visions like these to the first kiss of love ? 6 . Oh ! cease to affirm that man , since his birth † , From Adam till now , has with wretchedness strove ; Some portion of paradise still is on earth , And Eden revives ...
... dreams ; What are visions like these to the first kiss of love ? 6 . Oh ! cease to affirm that man , since his birth † , From Adam till now , has with wretchedness strove ; Some portion of paradise still is on earth , And Eden revives ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
Anacreon Asmodeus bard beams beauty behold beneath blest bosom breast Calmar Capel Lofft CATULLUS dare dark dead dear death deeds dream e'en earth Edinburgh Review edition of Hours fame fate fear feel flame foes fond forget friendship gentle glory glow grave heart heaven heroes honour hope Hours of Idleness Hours of Idleness.-ED king kiss Latian lines live Lochlin Lord Byron love's last adieu lyre Mathon Morgante Morven muse ne'er never NEWSTEAD ABBEY night Nisus Nisus and Euryalus note by Lord numbers o'er once Orla Orlando Oscar pangs poem poet Pomposus praise pride printed private volume private volume.-ED remembrance resign rhyme rise roll Saint Peter scarce scene shade sigh sire sleep smile song soothe soul Southey stanzas strain tears thee thine thou throng tomb truth verse virtues voice wave weep wing youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 319 - We know what we are, but we know not what we may be...
Strana 409 - God save the king !" It is a large economy In God to save the like ; but if he will Be saving, all the better ; for not one am I Of those who think damnation better still...
Strana 201 - THE poesy of this young lord belongs to the class which neither gods nor men are said to permit. Indeed, we do not recollect to have seen a quantity of verse with so few deviations in either direction from that exact standard. His effusions are spread over a dead flat, and can no more get above or below the level, than if they were so much stagnant water.
Strana 256 - Science' self destroy'd her favourite son! Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit, She sow'd the seeds, but death has reap'd the fruit. 'Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low : So the struck eagle...
Strana 206 - ... that he should again condescend to become an author. Therefore, let us take what we get, and be thankful. What right have we poor devils to be nice ? We are well off to have got so much from a man of this lord's station, who does not live in a garret, but " has the sway
Strana 331 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Strana 225 - ... shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose ; Convincing all, by demonstration plain, Poetic souls delight in prose insane ; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of
Strana 407 - In the first year of freedom's second dawn Died George the Third ; although no tyrant, one Who shielded tyrants, till each sense withdrawn Left him nor mental nor external sun...
Strana 18 - No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep, But living statues there are seen to weep ; Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb, Affliction's self deplores thy youthful doom.
Strana 145 - Years have roll'd on, Loch na Garr, since I left you, Years must elapse, ere I tread you again: Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you, Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain: England! thy beauties are tame and domestic, To one who has rov'd on the mountains afar: Oh! for the crags that are wild and majestic, The steep, frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr.