The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, المجلد 2Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1853 |
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الصفحة xiii
... never have been made public by my own act and deed ; but as Wat Tyler obtained considerable notoriety upon its surreptitious publication , it seemed proper that a production which will be specially noticed whenever the author shall be ...
... never have been made public by my own act and deed ; but as Wat Tyler obtained considerable notoriety upon its surreptitious publication , it seemed proper that a production which will be specially noticed whenever the author shall be ...
الصفحة xv
... never been a line which for any compunctious reason , living or dying , I could wish to blot . Davenant had not changed his opinion of his own youthful productions so as to overlook in his age the defects which he had once clearly per ...
... never been a line which for any compunctious reason , living or dying , I could wish to blot . Davenant had not changed his opinion of his own youthful productions so as to overlook in his age the defects which he had once clearly per ...
الصفحة 21
... never think of without sorrow and shame . Had I at any time , like St. Augustine , taught doc- trines which I afterwards perceived to be erroneous , - and if , as in his case , my position in society , and the estimation in which I was ...
... never think of without sorrow and shame . Had I at any time , like St. Augustine , taught doc- trines which I afterwards perceived to be erroneous , - and if , as in his case , my position in society , and the estimation in which I was ...
الصفحة 24
... d character ? Hob . Who doubts it ? There's never a man in Essex bears a better . Tyler . And shall not these , though young , and hale , and happy , Look on with sorrow to the future hour ? Shall 24 ACT I. WAT TYLER .
... d character ? Hob . Who doubts it ? There's never a man in Essex bears a better . Tyler . And shall not these , though young , and hale , and happy , Look on with sorrow to the future hour ? Shall 24 ACT I. WAT TYLER .
الصفحة 26
... never saw ! There they go , Did not the state compel me ? ( Tax - gatherers pass by . ) . Privileged ruffians ! [ Piers & Alice advance to him . Alice . Did we not dance it well to - day , my father ? You know I always loved these ...
... never saw ! There they go , Did not the state compel me ? ( Tax - gatherers pass by . ) . Privileged ruffians ! [ Piers & Alice advance to him . Alice . Did we not dance it well to - day , my father ? You know I always loved these ...
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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.