The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, المجلد 2Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1853 |
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... fire , Chill with respect , or kindle with desire ; The admiring multitude her charms adore , And own her worthy of the rank she bore . Now on his couch reclined Darius lay , Tired with the toilsome pleasures of the day ; Without ...
... fire , Chill with respect , or kindle with desire ; The admiring multitude her charms adore , And own her worthy of the rank she bore . Now on his couch reclined Darius lay , Tired with the toilsome pleasures of the day ; Without ...
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... fire ; The burning City flames for thee , 270 Thine Altar is the field of victory ! Thy sacred Majesty to bless Man a self - offer'd victim freely flies ; To thee he sacrifices happiness 275 And peace , and Love's endearing ties ; To ...
... fire ; The burning City flames for thee , 270 Thine Altar is the field of victory ! Thy sacred Majesty to bless Man a self - offer'd victim freely flies ; To thee he sacrifices happiness 275 And peace , and Love's endearing ties ; To ...
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... fire : the people , fierce in zeal , Threw in the flames a wretch whose selfish hand Purloin'd amid the tumult . John Ball . I lament The death of Tyler for my country's sake . I shudder lest posterity enslaved , Should rue his murder ...
... fire : the people , fierce in zeal , Threw in the flames a wretch whose selfish hand Purloin'd amid the tumult . John Ball . I lament The death of Tyler for my country's sake . I shudder lest posterity enslaved , Should rue his murder ...
الصفحة 54
... fire of Justice ; The rays of truth shall emanate around , And the whole world be lighted . Drag him hence : - King . Away with him to death ; order the troops Now to give quarter , and make prisoners – Let the blood - reeking sword of ...
... fire of Justice ; The rays of truth shall emanate around , And the whole world be lighted . Drag him hence : - King . Away with him to death ; order the troops Now to give quarter , and make prisoners – Let the blood - reeking sword of ...
الصفحة 55
... fire and sword pursue ! Avarice , the white cadaverous fiend , is there , Who spreads his toils accursed wide and far , And for his purveyor calls the demon War . SONNET II . WHY dost thou beat thy breast and E 4 55 POEMS CONCERNING THE ...
... fire and sword pursue ! Avarice , the white cadaverous fiend , is there , Who spreads his toils accursed wide and far , And for his purveyor calls the demon War . SONNET II . WHY dost thou beat thy breast and E 4 55 POEMS CONCERNING 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.