The poetical works of C.B. Ash, Svazek 1Longman & Company, 1831 |
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Actor ADBASTON aged Anno Domini art thou Audley beauteous behold beneath blest brave breast bright Carryl charms courser cried dastard dear death dost dwell e'en e'er earth Epistle ev'ry fair fame farewell fate father's fear Forre gain'd grief heart heath heav'n hill hope hour humble irreligion Jamie Whyte lonely Lord lov'd maid mighty mind morn mortal muse ne'er never night Nimshi noble NOTE nought o'er once pass'd peace pensive Perchance plain pointed lance poor pow'r pride rage rise RIVER WYE Roswy round rude sacred scene seem'd shade sigh Sir Isaac Sir Wallyn sire skies smile sorrows soul stood strain sweet tear tell thee there's Thespis thine thou thought thro toil tow'rs truth turn'd Twas vale Walter de Langton wasse whilst William Playfair woes wretched youth Zoenlinda
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Strana 254 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strana 158 - ... must ever leave it. As he looks up to the rocks, his thoughts are elevated ; as he turns his eyes on the vallies, he is composed and soothed. He that mounts the precipices at Hawkestone, wonders how he came thither, and doubts how he shall return. His walk is an adventure, and his departure an escape. He has not the tranquillity, but the horrors, of solitude ; a kind of turbulent pleasure, between fright and admiration.
Strana 158 - Dovedale by the extent of its prospects, the awfulness of its shades, the horrors of its precipices, the verdure of its hollows, and the loftiness of its rocks : the ideas which it forces upon the mind are the sublime, the dreadful, and the vast. Above is inaccessible altitude, below is horrible profundity ; but it excels the garden of Ham only in extent.
Strana 157 - We saw Hawkestone, the seat of Sir Rowland Hill ," and were conducted by Miss Hill over a large tract of rocks and woods; a region abounding with striking scenes and terrific grandeur. We were always on the brink of a precipice, or at the foot of a lofty rock; but the steeps were seldom naked : in many places, oaks of uncommon magnitude shot up from the crannies of stone; and where there were no trees, there were underwoods and bushes.
Strana 148 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Strana 258 - From whence he vaulted into th' seat, With so much vigor, strength, and heat, That he had almost tumbled over With his own weight, but did recover, By laying hold on tail and mane, Which oft he used instead of rein.
Strana 141 - The existence of a God is so far from being a thing that wants to be proved, that I think it the only thing of which we are certain.
Strana 158 - He that mounts the precipices at Hawkestone wonders how he came thither, and doubts how he shall return — His walk is an adventure, and his departure an escape — He has not the tranquillity, but the horrors, of solitude; a kind of turbulent pleasure, between fright and admiration.
Strana 258 - Chief of domestic knights, and errant, Either for chartel or for warrant; Great on the bench, great in the saddle, That could as well bind o'er, as swaddle: Mighty he was at both of these, And styl'd of War as well as Peace.
Strana 143 - tis understood what we do mean For good and honest! they abuse our scene, And say we live by vice, indeed 'tis true, As the physicians by diseases do, Only to cure them.