The Poetical WorksJohn Sharpe, 1826 - Počet stran: 134 |
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Strana 38
... PROPHETESS . What call unknown , what charms presume To break the quiet of the tomb ? Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite , And drags me from the realms of night ? Long on these mouldering bones have beat The winter's snows , the ...
... PROPHETESS . What call unknown , what charms presume To break the quiet of the tomb ? Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite , And drags me from the realms of night ? Long on these mouldering bones have beat The winter's snows , the ...
Strana 39
... PROPHETESS . Mantling in the goblet see The pure beverage of the bee : O'er it hangs the shield of gold ; ' Tis the drink of Balder bold : Balder's head to death is given . Pain can reach the sons of heaven ! Unwilling I my lips unclose ...
... PROPHETESS . Mantling in the goblet see The pure beverage of the bee : O'er it hangs the shield of gold ; ' Tis the drink of Balder bold : Balder's head to death is given . Pain can reach the sons of heaven ! Unwilling I my lips unclose ...
Strana 40
... PROPHETESS . In Hoder's hand the hero's doom ; His brother sends him to the tomb . Now my weary lips I close : Leave me , leave me to repose . ODIN . Prophetess , my spell obey , Once again arise , and say , Who the ' avenger of his ...
... PROPHETESS . In Hoder's hand the hero's doom ; His brother sends him to the tomb . Now my weary lips I close : Leave me , leave me to repose . ODIN . Prophetess , my spell obey , Once again arise , and say , Who the ' avenger of his ...
Strana 41
... Prophetess , awake , and say , What virgins these , in speechless woe , That bend to earth their solemn brow , That their flaxen tresses tear , And snowy veils that float in air ? Tell me whence their sorrows rose ; Then I leave thee to ...
... Prophetess , awake , and say , What virgins these , in speechless woe , That bend to earth their solemn brow , That their flaxen tresses tear , And snowy veils that float in air ? Tell me whence their sorrows rose ; Then I leave thee to ...
Strana 42
Thomas Gray. ODIN . No boding maid of skill divine Art thou , nor prophetess of good ; But mother of the giant brood ! PROPHETESS . Hie thee hence , and boast at home , That never shall inquirer come To break my iron - sleep again ; Till ...
Thomas Gray. ODIN . No boding maid of skill divine Art thou , nor prophetess of good ; But mother of the giant brood ! PROPHETESS . Hie thee hence , and boast at home , That never shall inquirer come To break my iron - sleep again ; Till ...
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Strana 54 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Strana 21 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Strana 19 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Strana 14 - In climes beyond the solar road Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight gloom To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Strana 73 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost And breathe, and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening Paradise.
Strana 4 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize What female heart can gold despise?
Strana 56 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear — He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd), a friend.
Strana 23 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell thirst and famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Strana 6 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty; Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry! Still, as they run, they look behind! They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy I Gay Hope is theirs, by Fancy fed; Less pleasing when possest ! The tear forgot as soon as shed!
Strana 16 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy 1 This can unlock the gates of joy ! Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.