The Annual Anthology, المجلد 1Robert Southey Biggs and Company, 1800 |
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... Editor of the Annual Anthology . It is requested that the Writer will enclose his address , that the piece may be returned , if found inconvenient to insert . CONTENTS . A Topographical Ode Bishop Bruno The Holly Tree.
... Editor of the Annual Anthology . It is requested that the Writer will enclose his address , that the piece may be returned , if found inconvenient to insert . CONTENTS . A Topographical Ode Bishop Bruno The Holly Tree.
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Robert Southey. CONTENTS . A Topographical Ode Bishop Bruno The Holly Tree , by ROBERT SOUTHEY Youth and Age Elegy on a Quid of Tobacco To a Friend settled in the country Hope Remembrance Musings on the Wig of a Scarecrow To a young man ...
Robert Southey. CONTENTS . A Topographical Ode Bishop Bruno The Holly Tree , by ROBERT SOUTHEY Youth and Age Elegy on a Quid of Tobacco To a Friend settled in the country Hope Remembrance Musings on the Wig of a Scarecrow To a young man ...
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... thy bubbling wave : Of every breeze that plays along thy breast , Or shakes the pattering foliage of thy trees , Of every blast that howls Thy dark - brown hills among . 65 70 Then will I pall me in tempestuous gloom ; Athwart In a Forest.
... thy bubbling wave : Of every breeze that plays along thy breast , Or shakes the pattering foliage of thy trees , Of every blast that howls Thy dark - brown hills among . 65 70 Then will I pall me in tempestuous gloom ; Athwart In a Forest.
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... . The bony hand suspended his breath , His marrow grew cold at the touch of death ; On saints in vain he attempted to call , Bishop Bruno fell dead in the palace hall . R. S. Y. The HOLLY TREE . By ROBERT SOUTHEY . I. O 13.
... . The bony hand suspended his breath , His marrow grew cold at the touch of death ; On saints in vain he attempted to call , Bishop Bruno fell dead in the palace hall . R. S. Y. The HOLLY TREE . By ROBERT SOUTHEY . I. O 13.
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Robert Southey. The HOLLY TREE . By ROBERT SOUTHEY . I. O Reader ! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly Tree ? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves Ordered by an intelligence so wise As might confound the ...
Robert Southey. The HOLLY TREE . By ROBERT SOUTHEY . I. O Reader ! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly Tree ? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves Ordered by an intelligence so wise As might confound the ...
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AMELIA OPIE azure beauty Beelzebub behold BENEDICT Bishop Bruno bless blest bloody Judge bosom breast bright brow Canst thou Changeling Charlemagne CHARLES LLOYD chearful cheek Christoval cloud cried Dæmon dark dead dear death Delia's delight dream fair fame Father fear fire Freedom's gaze gentle glory green grey HAMPSHIRE AVON hath hear heard heart Heaven Holly Tree Hope hour JOSEPH COTTLE KARL Killcrop King light live look lovely band lyre Mexitli Mille-fleur morning musing never night o'er ocean Ormuz Painter poor praise pride quid radiance rapturous song Rebecca his wife remembers rest Richard Penlake ROBERT SOUTHEY rocks round ruby sea scenes sigh silent skies smile song SONNET soon sorrow soul spirit storm sweet tempests thee thine thou art thou hast thought thro throne toils traveller Twas vale voice waves whilst wood young youth
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الصفحة 231 - Keyne," quoth the Cornish-man, "many a time Drank of this crystal well; And before the angel summoned her, She laid on the water a spell. "If the husband of this gifted well Shall drink before his wife, A happy man thenceforth is he, For he shall be master for life. "But if the wife should drink of it first, — God help the husband then!" The stranger stoopt to the well of St. Keyne, And drank of the water again. "You drank of the well, I warrant, betimes?
الصفحة 230 - I'll venture my life, She has drank of the Well of St Keyne." " I have left a good woman who never was here...
الصفحة 15 - Below a circling fence its leaves are seen, Wrinkled and keen ; No grazing cattle, through their prickly round, Can reach to wound ; But as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves appear.
الصفحة 227 - Father William replied, I remember'd that youth would fly fast, And abused not my health and my vigour at first, That I never might need them at last. You are old, Father William, the young man cried, And pleasures with youth pass away, And yet you lament not the days that are gone, Now tell me the reason, I pray.
الصفحة 16 - And should my youth, as youth is apt, I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities, I, day by day, Would wear away ; Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the holly tree.
الصفحة 92 - They eat Their daily bread, and draw the breath of heaven Without or thought or thanks ; heaven's roof to them Is but a painted ceiling hung with lamps, No more, that lights them to their purposes. They wander "loose about," they nothing see, Themselves except, and creatures like themselves, Short-lived, short-sighted, impotent to save.
الصفحة 16 - So, serious should my youth appear among The thoughtless throng, So would I seem, amid the young and gay More grave than they, That in my age as cheerful I might be As the green winter of the Holly Tree.
الصفحة 12 - Behind, and before, and on either side, He look'd, but nobody he espied ; And the bishop at that grew cold with fear, For he heard the words distinct and clear. And when he...
الصفحة 229 - A WELL there is in the west country, And a clearer one never was seen ; There is not a wife in the west country But has heard of the well of St. Keyne. An oak and an elm tree stand beside, And behind doth an ash-tree grow, And a willow from the bank above Droops to the water below.
الصفحة 237 - Thou answerest ; ugly, and the filthiest beast That banquets upon offal. — Now, I pray you, Hear the Pig's Counsel. Is he obstinate ? We must not, Jacob, be deceived by words...