The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: With a Memoir of the Author ...Little, Brown & Company, 1809 |
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... gaze toward his distant home ; Or , on Euphrates ' willowy banks reelined , Hear the sad harp moan fitful to the wind . As now the pérfumed lamps stream wide their light , And social converse cheers the livelong night , Thus spake ...
... gaze toward his distant home ; Or , on Euphrates ' willowy banks reelined , Hear the sad harp moan fitful to the wind . As now the pérfumed lamps stream wide their light , And social converse cheers the livelong night , Thus spake ...
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... gaze , and gaze and sigh . See ! from his brow with mimic frown Apame takes the sacred crown : Those sparkling eyes , that radiant face , Give to the diadem new grace ; And , subject to a Woman's laws , Darius sees , and smiles applause ...
... gaze , and gaze and sigh . See ! from his brow with mimic frown Apame takes the sacred crown : Those sparkling eyes , that radiant face , Give to the diadem new grace ; And , subject to a Woman's laws , Darius sees , and smiles applause ...
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... gaze Enrapt on Beauty's fascinating form , Gaze on with love ; and , loving beauty , learn To shun abhorrent all the mental eye Beholds deformed and foul ; for so shall Love Climb 26 SOUTHEY'S POEMS .
... gaze Enrapt on Beauty's fascinating form , Gaze on with love ; and , loving beauty , learn To shun abhorrent all the mental eye Beholds deformed and foul ; for so shall Love Climb 26 SOUTHEY'S POEMS .
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... gaze On the proud palace , and behold one man , In the blood - purpled robes of royalty , Feasting at ease , and lording over millions , Then turn me to the hut of poverty , And see the wretched laborer , worn with toil , Divide his ...
... gaze On the proud palace , and behold one man , In the blood - purpled robes of royalty , Feasting at ease , and lording over millions , Then turn me to the hut of poverty , And see the wretched laborer , worn with toil , Divide his ...
الصفحة 67
... gazes from her lowly door With dim - grown eye , silent and woe - begone , And weeps for him who will return no more . SONNET V. DID , then , the Negro rear at last the sword Of vengeance ? did he plunge its thirsty blade In the hard ...
... gazes from her lowly door With dim - grown eye , silent and woe - begone , And weeps for him who will return no more . SONNET V. DID , then , the Negro rear at last the sword Of vengeance ? did he plunge its thirsty blade In the hard ...
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amid BATTLE OF PULTOWA beams behold beneath blast bless blood breast breath BRISTOL brow calm cheek cheerful cold dark dear death deed deep Delia's delight didst earth fair Fancy Father William fear feel Fleance gale gaze glory grave groan happy Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven honest hope hour Jack Straw John Ball KESWICK king labor light lonely Lord Mexitli midnight morning musing night o'er peace Penates Piers poor praise prayer pride random eye remember rest ROBERT SOUTHEY round S. T. COLERIDGE sacred scene shore sigh silent slave sleep smile song soothing sorrow soul sound spirit storm sweet tear tell thee thine thou art thought throng toil Tom Miller tranquil vale traveller Tyler vale vengeance victor song voice Wanderer Wat Tyler waves weary WESTBURY wind wintry wretched youth Zorobabel
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الصفحة 260 - Two things have I required of thee ; deny me them not before I die: remove far from me vanity and lies: give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient for me: lest I be full, and deny thee, and say, "Who is the Lord?" or lest I be poor, and steal, and take the name of my God in vain.
الصفحة 250 - Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
الصفحة 193 - 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 172 - 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 159 - Go thou and seek the house of prayer ! I to the woodlands bend my way, And meet religion there. She needs not haunt the high-arched dome to pray Where storied windows dim the doubtful day: With liberty she loves to rove...
الصفحة 192 - 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 180 - I thee, thou busy, busy Bee. Thou art a miser, thou busy, busy Bee! Late and early at employ ; Still on thy golden stores intent, Thy summer in heaping and hoarding is spent What thy winter will never enjoy ; Wise lesson this for me, thou busy, busy Bee ! Little dost thou think, thou busy, busy Bee ! What is the end of thy toil.
الصفحة 194 - The unlabour'd boat falls rapidly along ; The solitary helmsman sits to guide, And sings an idle song. Now o'er the rocks that lay So silent late the shallow current roars ; Fast flow thy waters on their sea-ward way, Through wider-spreading shores.
الصفحة 51 - Bang of England ! Why are we sold like cattle in your markets, — Deprived of every privilege of man ? Must we lie tamely at our tyrant's feet, And, like your spaniels, lick the hand that beats us...
الصفحة 235 - Where crimes and miseries, each producing each, Render life loathsome, and destroy the hope That should in death bring comfort. Oh, my friend, That thy faith were as mine ! that thou couldst see Death still producing life, and evil still Working its own destruction ! couldst behold The strifes and...