Specimens of the British poets, المجلد 2W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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... thought, or a thought without word. The two are inseparable; one cannot exist or be even conceived without the other. Silesian Horseherd. In nearly all religions God remains far from man. I say in nearly all religions: for in Brahmanism ...
... thought, or a thought without word. The two are inseparable; one cannot exist or be even conceived without the other. Silesian Horseherd. In nearly all religions God remains far from man. I say in nearly all religions: for in Brahmanism ...
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... thought , Come to the fairy field of thought , There you may sing , With the birds in spring , When the blackbird tunes his note . V. Come to the fairy field of thought , Come to the fairy field of thought , There you may sigh , For the ...
... thought , Come to the fairy field of thought , There you may sing , With the birds in spring , When the blackbird tunes his note . V. Come to the fairy field of thought , Come to the fairy field of thought , There you may sigh , For the ...
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Johann Sebastian Bach. thought . thought . thought . thought . www f d Yea , His cres . d love this. on us hath thought , thank Him who on us hath us hath thought , thank Him who on us hath us hath thought , thank Him who on us hath us ...
Johann Sebastian Bach. thought . thought . thought . thought . www f d Yea , His cres . d love this. on us hath thought , thank Him who on us hath us hath thought , thank Him who on us hath us hath thought , thank Him who on us hath us ...
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... thought in death to pass into the same lifeless con- dition as the body ; while others have thought that it survived the death of the body for some time longer or shorter , and at length ceased to exist . By some it has been thought to ...
... thought in death to pass into the same lifeless con- dition as the body ; while others have thought that it survived the death of the body for some time longer or shorter , and at length ceased to exist . By some it has been thought to ...
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beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cheerful dear death delight dread dreams dydd e'er ECLOGUE Eurydice Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame Fancy fate fear flowers fond gentle glow golden reign grace grief groves hand hear heart Heav'n hour JOHN HENRY MOORE lord lov'd lyre maid maze of Fate mind MONODY morn mournful Muse Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain pale peace pensive Petrarch pity pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise pray'r pride proud rage raptures reign rills rise round sacred scene scorn shade shine sighs sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sprite strain sweet sweet oblivion sylphs tear tender Thalestris thee thine thou thought thro toil trembling Twas vale virtue wave weep wild wind wings wretch wyfe wylle wythe ynne youth
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الصفحة 192 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
الصفحة 325 - I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
الصفحة 239 - And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame ; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so...
الصفحة 15 - Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar: When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow : Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus...
الصفحة 14 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
الصفحة 189 - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can...
الصفحة 239 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
الصفحة 188 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
الصفحة 221 - Condemn'da needy supplicant to wait, While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destin'd to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
الصفحة 316 - My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene, The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there I ween! November chill blaws loud wi...