Poems and Prose Writings, المجلد 2Baker and Scribner, 1850 |
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affections beauty become better bring called character CHARLES BROCKDEN BROWN comes Cowper creature delight desert of sin earth Eloisa to Abelard errour eternity evil Faerie Queene fancy faults fear feel Gaston de Blondeville genius give Hazlitt heart heaven humble imagination impart individual influences intellectual Jane Talbot kind labour language less light living look mind moral moved Mysteries of Udolpho mysterious nature ness never North American Review object ourselves pass passages passions peculiar perhaps Peter Grimes plain pleasure poem poet poetic poetry Pollok Pope Pope's present pride principle reason relations religious reverence Salmagundi satire scenes seems sense sentiment society sorrow soul speak spirit stand strong style Sylph talk taste things thou thought tion touch true truth turn verse words
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الصفحة 23 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air : thou hast seen these signs ; They are black vesper's pageants.
الصفحة 246 - Though fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state. Helm, nor hauberk's twisted mail. Nor e'en thy virtues, Tyrant, shall avail To save thy secret soul from nightly fears. From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!
الصفحة 300 - He was exactly five feet six inches in height and six feet five inches in circumference. His head was a perfect sphere, and of such stupendous dimensions that Dame Nature, with all her sex's ingenuity, would have been puzzled to construct a neck capable of supporting it; wherefore she wisely declined the attempt, and settled it firmly on the top of his backbone, just between the shoulders.
الصفحة 77 - Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
الصفحة 145 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name : Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between ; Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been.
الصفحة 185 - Come, with one glance of those deluding eyes Blot out each bright Idea of the skies; Take back that grace, those sorrows, and those tears; Take back my fruitless penitence and prayers; Snatch me, just mounting, from the blest abode; Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God!
الصفحة 147 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
الصفحة 213 - Smooth'd up with snow ; and, what is land, unknown, What water of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
الصفحة 193 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
الصفحة 49 - Love, that midst grief began, And grew with years, and faltered not in death. Full many a mighty name Lurks in thy depths, unuttered, unrevered ; With thee are silent fame, Forgotten arts, and wisdom disappeared. Thine for a space are they — Yet shalt thou yield thy treasures up at last ; Thy gates shall yet give way, Thy bolts shall fall, inexorable Past...