Beauties of the British Poets: Being a Pocket Dictionary of Their Most Admired Passages: The Whole Alphabetically Arranged According to the Subjects |
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... beneath the glittering morn , An Iris sits , amidst the infernal surge Like hope upon a death - bed , and , unworn Its steady dyes , while all around is torn By the distracted waters , bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their ...
... beneath the glittering morn , An Iris sits , amidst the infernal surge Like hope upon a death - bed , and , unworn Its steady dyes , while all around is torn By the distracted waters , bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their ...
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... beneath the moon , Against him turns the key ; and bids him sup With their progenitors - He drops his mask . DEATH . Ruling Passion strong in . A salmon's belly , Helluo , was thy fate ; The doctor call'd , declares all help too late ...
... beneath the moon , Against him turns the key ; and bids him sup With their progenitors - He drops his mask . DEATH . Ruling Passion strong in . A salmon's belly , Helluo , was thy fate ; The doctor call'd , declares all help too late ...
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... beneath is rarely found , False eloquence , like the prismatic glass , Its gaudy colours spreads on ev'ry place ; The face of Nature we no more survey ; All glares alike , without distinction gay : But true expression , like th ...
... beneath is rarely found , False eloquence , like the prismatic glass , Its gaudy colours spreads on ev'ry place ; The face of Nature we no more survey ; All glares alike , without distinction gay : But true expression , like th ...
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... beneath the burden of threescore . So bright a life these thoughtless realms display ; Thus idly busy rolls their world away ; Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear , For honour forms the social temper here . Honour , that ...
... beneath the burden of threescore . So bright a life these thoughtless realms display ; Thus idly busy rolls their world away ; Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear , For honour forms the social temper here . Honour , that ...
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... GAY . Who rightly called . 1 Whom call we gay ? That honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name . Byron . Milton . The innocent are gay - the lark is gay , That dries his feathers , saturate with dew , Beneath GAY . 16 ...
... GAY . Who rightly called . 1 Whom call we gay ? That honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name . Byron . Milton . The innocent are gay - the lark is gay , That dries his feathers , saturate with dew , Beneath GAY . 16 ...
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Page 18 - ^■H With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank
Page 27 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet: For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder. Merciful heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and
Page 260 - a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And
Page 149 - quire below, In service high, and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear. Dissolve me into ecstacies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of ev'ry star that heaven doth
Page 18 - And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice,
Page 159 - tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the checquer'd shade ; And young and old come forth to play On a sun-shine holiday,
Page 37 - universal blank Of nature's works, to me expung'd and ras*d, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight. Milton.
Page 106 - In all my grief, and God has given my share— I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bow'rs to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting my repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to
Page 148 - near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud, Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar. And
Page 83 - With thee conversing I forget all time; All seasons and their change, all please alike, Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,