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 52
... did those eyes as planets roll , Thy sister - lights would scarce appear : E'en suns , which systems now control , Would twinkle dimly through their sphere . 1806 . 2 TO WOMAN . WOMAN ! experience might have told 62 HOURS OF IDLENESS . 52.
... did those eyes as planets roll , Thy sister - lights would scarce appear : E'en suns , which systems now control , Would twinkle dimly through their sphere . 1806 . 2 TO WOMAN . WOMAN ! experience might have told 62 HOURS OF IDLENESS . 52.
Strana 53
... rolls in glossy blue , Or sparkles black , or mildly throws A beam from under hazel brows ! How quick we credit every oath , And hear her plight the willing troth ! Fondly we hope ' twill last for aye , When , lo ! she changes in a day ...
... rolls in glossy blue , Or sparkles black , or mildly throws A beam from under hazel brows ! How quick we credit every oath , And hear her plight the willing troth ! Fondly we hope ' twill last for aye , When , lo ! she changes in a day ...
Strana 76
... rolling moon On Alva's casques of silver play'd ; And view'd , at midnight's silent noon , Her chiefs in gleaming mail array'd : 3 . And on the crimson'd rocks beneath , Which scowl o'er ocean's sullen flow , Pale in the scatter'd ranks ...
... rolling moon On Alva's casques of silver play'd ; And view'd , at midnight's silent noon , Her chiefs in gleaming mail array'd : 3 . And on the crimson'd rocks beneath , Which scowl o'er ocean's sullen flow , Pale in the scatter'd ranks ...
Strana 77
... roll the crimson tide of war . 7 . But who was last of Alva's clan ? Why grows the moss on Alva's stone ? Her towers resound no steps of man , They echo to the gale alone . 8 . And when that gale is fierce and high , A sound is heard in ...
... roll the crimson tide of war . 7 . But who was last of Alva's clan ? Why grows the moss on Alva's stone ? Her towers resound no steps of man , They echo to the gale alone . 8 . And when that gale is fierce and high , A sound is heard in ...
Strana 83
... to flow . 38 . For still some latent hope survived That Oscar might once more appear ; His hope now droop'd and now revived , Till Time had told a tedious year . 39 . Days roll'd along , the orb of light HOURS OF IDLENESS . 83.
... to flow . 38 . For still some latent hope survived That Oscar might once more appear ; His hope now droop'd and now revived , Till Time had told a tedious year . 39 . Days roll'd along , the orb of light HOURS OF IDLENESS . 83.
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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
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