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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... comes then is master of the field , As the last image of that troubled heap , When sense subsides , and fancy sports in sleep ( Though past the recollection of the thought ) Becomes the stuff of which our dream is wrought . Something as ...
... comes then is master of the field , As the last image of that troubled heap , When sense subsides , and fancy sports in sleep ( Though past the recollection of the thought ) Becomes the stuff of which our dream is wrought . Something as ...
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... comes like an eternity , As if to sweep down all things in its track , Charming the eye with dread , —a matchless cataract— Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge , From side to side , beneath the glittering morn , An Iris sits , amidst ...
... comes like an eternity , As if to sweep down all things in its track , Charming the eye with dread , —a matchless cataract— Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge , From side to side , beneath the glittering morn , An Iris sits , amidst ...
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... come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine , Than my heart cool with mortifying groans , Why should a man whose blood is warm within , Sit like his grandsire , cut in alabaster ? Milton . Cowper . Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into ...
... come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine , Than my heart cool with mortifying groans , Why should a man whose blood is warm within , Sit like his grandsire , cut in alabaster ? Milton . Cowper . Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into ...
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... the crowing of the cock . Some say , that ever ' gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated , This bird of dawning singeth all night long ; Pope . And then they say , no spirit dares stir abroad 38 CHRISTMAS .
... the crowing of the cock . Some say , that ever ' gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated , This bird of dawning singeth all night long ; Pope . And then they say , no spirit dares stir abroad 38 CHRISTMAS .
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... paid , with ecstasy we come , As from a sev'n years transportation home , And there resume an unembarrass'd brow , Recov'ring what we lost we know not how , The faculties , that seem'd reduc'd to nought , Expression CONVERSATION. ...
... paid , with ecstasy we come , As from a sev'n years transportation home , And there resume an unembarrass'd brow , Recov'ring what we lost we know not how , The faculties , that seem'd reduc'd to nought , Expression CONVERSATION. ...
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beauty behold beneath blest bliss blood boast breast breath bright charms Cowper dark death doth dread dream dull dust earth Egeria eternal ev'n ev'ry fair faithless fame fancy fate fear feel flowers folly fool form'd grace grave hand happy hath hear heart heaven honour hope hour Hudibras human laugh life's live Loch Katrine Lochiel looks man's Milton mind mirth morn muse nature nature's ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale passion peace pleas'd pleasure Pope pow'r praise pride proud Queen Mab rapture Rosabelle round scene seem'd sense shade Shakspeare sigh sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spleen sweet Sycorax SYLPHS TAM O'SHANTER tears thee things thou thought thro toil tongue tragic muse truth Twas vex'd virtue wander waves weep wild wind wings wisdom wise wretch ye stars Young youth
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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,