The Lay of the Desert; a PoemHurst, Chance, 1830 - 221 من الصفحات |
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... Which seemed to tell the stars they shone in vain , And did the wild - fowl from her nestlings scare , And start the timorous red - deer from his midnight lair . VIII . Where , not long since , did hand 6 THE LAY OF THE DESERT .
... Which seemed to tell the stars they shone in vain , And did the wild - fowl from her nestlings scare , And start the timorous red - deer from his midnight lair . VIII . Where , not long since , did hand 6 THE LAY OF THE DESERT .
الصفحة 7
... star ! IX . Ah , fatal spot ! where many a gallant foe Of Britain died - not on Fame's crimson field- But on the loathsome , withering breast of Wo ! Disease or sorrow made the mightiest yield ; Gay youth was vain , and veteran strength ...
... star ! IX . Ah , fatal spot ! where many a gallant foe Of Britain died - not on Fame's crimson field- But on the loathsome , withering breast of Wo ! Disease or sorrow made the mightiest yield ; Gay youth was vain , and veteran strength ...
الصفحة 26
... stars , appearing when the sun retires , That with the growing night fresh courage take , And slow emerging , light their trembling fires : Remembrance kindles as the day serene expires . XLVIII . Not in the world , indeed , doth 26 THE ...
... stars , appearing when the sun retires , That with the growing night fresh courage take , And slow emerging , light their trembling fires : Remembrance kindles as the day serene expires . XLVIII . Not in the world , indeed , doth 26 THE ...
الصفحة 52
... star That sometimes cheers the wanderer from afar , To light us pilgrims through this vale of tears ; Or ' mid Time's billows like a friendly spar To us presented when no hope appears , A boom to buoy us up amid a surge of fears . C. It ...
... star That sometimes cheers the wanderer from afar , To light us pilgrims through this vale of tears ; Or ' mid Time's billows like a friendly spar To us presented when no hope appears , A boom to buoy us up amid a surge of fears . C. It ...
الصفحة 71
... height , And there , my muse , shalt thou thy task resume : But now to rest the twinkling stars invite- With joy my weary powers obey - Dartmoor ! good night ! NOTES ΤΟ CANTO FIRST . NOTES ΤΟ CANTO FIRST . THE LAY OF THE DESERT . 71.
... height , And there , my muse , shalt thou thy task resume : But now to rest the twinkling stars invite- With joy my weary powers obey - Dartmoor ! good night ! NOTES ΤΟ CANTO FIRST . NOTES ΤΟ CANTO FIRST . THE LAY OF THE DESERT . 71.
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adamantine admiration amid Andalusia anon apostacy aught awful bard beam beneath blast blush bold bosom breast bright brow CANTO cause celestial charm cloud conscience corruption Corruption's coruscation dare dark Dartmoor deeds deem deep doth e'en e'er earth eternal evil expediency fair faith faithless fame favour feeble feeling fell filthy lucre folly Fortune's French Revolution gainst Galileo gaze genius Gibraltar gloom glorious glory glow grand hail hapless hast hath heart Heaven HENRY SEWELL STOKES honour human illustrious interest less life's lines look loud lyre lyrist mental mighty mind moral muse Nature Nature's ne'er neath never noble o'er opinion pillar of Hercules proud rude scarce scene seemed seldom shame sincere smile sorrow soul stern strange sublime sweet tears thee Themistocles thine things thou tors truth twas Twill unto vast Verse virtue wide wild worldly wrong yield youth
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الصفحة 201 - He shall not drop," said my uncle Toby, firmly. " A-well-o'-day, do what we can for him," said Trim, maintaining his point, " the poor soul will die." " He shall not die, by G — !" cried my uncle Toby. The Accusing Spirit, which flew up to Heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in ; and the Recording Angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word, and blotted it out for ever.
الصفحة 180 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience...
الصفحة 180 - Of sun, or moon, or star throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up, and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe talks from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content, though blind, had I no better guide.
الصفحة 208 - Look then abroad through Nature, to the range Of planets, suns, and adamantine spheres, Wheeling unshaken through the void immense ; And speak, O man ! does this capacious scene, With half that kindling majesty, dilate Thy strong conception, as when Brutus rose Refulgent from the stroke of...
الصفحة 200 - Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand.
الصفحة 72 - Long labour, why, forgetful of his toils And due repose, he loiters to behold The sunshine gleaming as through amber clouds, O'er all the western sky : full soon, I ween, His rude expression and untutor'd airs, Beyond the power of language, "will unfold The form of beauty smiling at his heart, How lovely!
الصفحة 176 - Of mute barbarians bending to his nod, And bears aloft his gold-invested front, And says within himself— I am a king. And wherefore should the clamorous voice of woe Intrude upon mine ear?
الصفحة 208 - Wheeling unshaken through the void immense ; And speak, O man ! does this capacious scene With half that kindling majesty dilate Thy strong conception, as when Brutus rose Refulgent from the stroke of Caesar's fate, Amid the crowd of patriots ; and his arm Aloft extending, like eternal Jove When guilt brings down the thunder, call'd aloud On Tully's name, and shook his crimson steel, And bade the father of his country hail ? For lo ! the tyrant prostrate on the dust, And Rome again is free...
الصفحة 188 - Jetez les yeux sur toutes les nations du monde, parcourez toutes les histoires ; parmi tant de cultes inhumains et bizarres, parmi cette prodigieuse diversité de mœurs et de caractères, vous trouverez partout les mêmes idées de justice et d'honnêteté, partout les mêmes principes de morale, partout les mêmes notions du bien et du mal.
الصفحة 189 - Romae, alia Athenis, alia nunc, alia posthac; sed et omnes gentes, et omni tempore, una lex, et sempiterna, et immortalis continebit; unusque erit communis, quasi magister...