The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, المجلد 2Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1853 |
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الصفحة xiv
... cheerful obedience to the just authority of ex- perience . For that grave mistress of the world , experience , ( in whose profitable school those before the Flood stayed long , but we , like wanton children , come thither late , yet too ...
... cheerful obedience to the just authority of ex- perience . For that grave mistress of the world , experience , ( in whose profitable school those before the Flood stayed long , but we , like wanton children , come thither late , yet too ...
الصفحة 7
... harps should echo to the cheerful song ? " " Fair is the occasion , " thus the one replied , " Now then let all our tuneful skill be tried . 70 75 80 And while the courtiers quaff the smiling bowl , And B 4 THE TRIUMPH OF WOMAN . 7.
... harps should echo to the cheerful song ? " " Fair is the occasion , " thus the one replied , " Now then let all our tuneful skill be tried . 70 75 80 And while the courtiers quaff the smiling bowl , And B 4 THE TRIUMPH OF WOMAN . 7.
الصفحة 23
... CHEERFUL on this holiday , Welcome we the merry May . On every sunny hillock spread , The pale primrose lifts her head ; Rich with sweets , the western gale Sweeps along the cowslip'd dale ; Every bank , with violets gay , Smiles to ...
... CHEERFUL on this holiday , Welcome we the merry May . On every sunny hillock spread , The pale primrose lifts her head ; Rich with sweets , the western gale Sweeps along the cowslip'd dale ; Every bank , with violets gay , Smiles to ...
الصفحة 24
... cheerful ! Young , hale , and happy , why should they destroy These blessings by reflection Tyler . Look ye , neighbour- Since we were boys together You have known me long . Hob . And play'd at barley - brake , and danced the morris ...
... cheerful ! Young , hale , and happy , why should they destroy These blessings by reflection Tyler . Look ye , neighbour- Since we were boys together You have known me long . Hob . And play'd at barley - brake , and danced the morris ...
الصفحة 28
... cheerful , and industrious : —now methinks With such a partner life would be most happy ! Why would ye warn me then of wretchedness ? Is there an evil that can harm our lot ? I have been told the virtuous must be happy , And have ...
... cheerful , and industrious : —now methinks With such a partner life would be most happy ! Why would ye warn me then of wretchedness ? Is there an evil that can harm our lot ? I have been told the virtuous must be happy , And have ...
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amid ARAUCANS ask'd Banquo behold beneath Berwick-upon-Tweed blast bless blood breast Bristol brow calm cheek cheerful child cold Corston curse dark dear death deed deep Delia's delight didst dread earth fair father fear feel Fleance gale gaze glory grave happy Hark hast hath hear heard heart Heaven HESIOD honest hope hour Jack Straw John Ball Keswick King labour light Lord Mexitli midnight morning musing never night o'er peace Penates Piers poor praise prayer pride random eye rest ROBERT SOUTHEY round sacred scene shore sigh silent slave sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit storm sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou busy Thou wert thought throng toil Tom Miller vale vengeance victor song voice Walworth Wat Tyler waves weary Westbury wild wind wintry wretched youth Zorobabel
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الصفحة 257 - MY days among the Dead are past ; 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.
الصفحة 257 - 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 191 - O READER ! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly Tree ? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves Order'd by an intelligence so wise, As might confound the Atheist's sophistries. 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 unarm'd the pointless leaves appear.
الصفحة 258 - With tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the Dead ; with them I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn, Partake their hopes and fears, And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind. My hopes are with the Dead ; anon My place with them will be, And I with them shall travel on Through all Futurity ; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.
الصفحة 37 - My brethren, these are truths, and weighty ones : Ye are all equal ; Nature made ye so. Equality is your birthright ; when I 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 labourer, worn with toil, Divide his scanty morsel with his infants, I sicken, and, indignant at the sight, Blush for the patience of humanity.
الصفحة 196 - And therefore was it she was sent Abroad to beg for bread. We saw a woman sitting down Upon a stone to rest; She had a baby at her back, And another at her breast. I...
الصفحة 168 - 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 168 - THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS, AND HOW HE GAINED THEM. " You are old, Father William," the young man cried ; " The few locks which are left you are gray ; You are hale, Father William, — a hearty old man : Now tell me the reason, I pray.
الصفحة 202 - Often together have we talk'd of death ; How sweet it were to see All doubtful things made clear ; How sweet it were with powers Such as the Cherubim, To view the depth of Heaven ! O Edmund ! thou hast first Begun the travel of Eternity ! I gaze amid the stars, And think that thou art there, Unfetter'd as the thought that follows thee.
الصفحة 244 - LET no man write my epitaph ; let my grave Be uninscribed, and let my memory rest Till other times are come, and other men, Who then may do me justice.