The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, المجلد 2Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1853 |
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الصفحة 41
... cold policy that still suspects . Enter KING , WALWORTH , PHILPOT , & c . King . I would speak to thee , Wat Tyler : bid the mob Retire awhile . Piers . Nay , do not go alone- Wherefore should I fear ? Let me attend you . Tyler . Am I ...
... cold policy that still suspects . Enter KING , WALWORTH , PHILPOT , & c . King . I would speak to thee , Wat Tyler : bid the mob Retire awhile . Piers . Nay , do not go alone- Wherefore should I fear ? Let me attend you . Tyler . Am I ...
الصفحة 42
... cold night wind ; Whilst your wild projects wrests the little from us Which might have cheer'd the wintry hour of age . The parliament for ever asks more money ; We toil and sweat for money for your taxes : Where is the benefit , what ...
... cold night wind ; Whilst your wild projects wrests the little from us Which might have cheer'd the wintry hour of age . The parliament for ever asks more money ; We toil and sweat for money for your taxes : Where is the benefit , what ...
الصفحة 79
... throng , Hungry , and cold , and wet , I limp'd along , And growing fainter as I pass'd and colder , Cursed that ill hour when I became a soldier ! In town I found the hours more gaily pass , HUMPHREY AND WILLIAM . 79.
... throng , Hungry , and cold , and wet , I limp'd along , And growing fainter as I pass'd and colder , Cursed that ill hour when I became a soldier ! In town I found the hours more gaily pass , HUMPHREY AND WILLIAM . 79.
الصفحة 87
... cold dew of fear on every limb ? There are no terrors to surround the Grave , When the calm Mind collected in itself Surveys that narrow house : the ghastly train That haunt the midnight of delirious Guilt Then vanish ; 0 4 FREDERIC ...
... cold dew of fear on every limb ? There are no terrors to surround the Grave , When the calm Mind collected in itself Surveys that narrow house : the ghastly train That haunt the midnight of delirious Guilt Then vanish ; 0 4 FREDERIC ...
الصفحة 88
... cold damp earth , till some wild beast Seize on his willing victim . If to die Were all , ' twere sweet indeed to rest my head On the cold clod , and sleep the sleep of Death . But if the Archangel's trump at the last hour Startle the ...
... cold damp earth , till some wild beast Seize on his willing victim . If to die Were all , ' twere sweet indeed to rest my head On the cold clod , and sleep the sleep of Death . But if the Archangel's trump at the last hour Startle the ...
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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.