The Poetical WorksJohn Sharpe, 1826 - Počet stran: 134 |
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... painful degree of debility , and an habitual depression of spirits . The uneasiness he felt at holding the pro- fessorship without discharging its duties , had at one time made him resolve upon resigning the office . But he did not hold ...
... painful degree of debility , and an habitual depression of spirits . The uneasiness he felt at holding the pro- fessorship without discharging its duties , had at one time made him resolve upon resigning the office . But he did not hold ...
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... pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , 1 King Henry the Sixth , founder of the College . As waving fresh their gladsome wing , My weary soul ODES . 5 On a distant Prospect of Eton College.
... pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , 1 King Henry the Sixth , founder of the College . As waving fresh their gladsome wing , My weary soul ODES . 5 On a distant Prospect of Eton College.
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... painful family of Death , More hideous than their queen : This racks the joints , this fires the veins , That every ... pain , The ' unfeeling for his own . Yet , ah ! why should they know their fate , Since sorrow never comes too late ...
... painful family of Death , More hideous than their queen : This racks the joints , this fires the veins , That every ... pain , The ' unfeeling for his own . Yet , ah ! why should they know their fate , Since sorrow never comes too late ...
Strana 9
... pain , And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before , unpitied and alone . When first thy sire to send on earth Virtue , his darling child , design'd , To thee he gave the heavenly birth , And bade to form her infant mind ...
... pain , And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before , unpitied and alone . When first thy sire to send on earth Virtue , his darling child , design'd , To thee he gave the heavenly birth , And bade to form her infant mind ...
Strana 13
... Pain , Disease , and Sorrow's weeping train , And Death , sad refuge from the storms of Fate ! The fond complaint , my song , disprove , And justify the laws of Jove . Say , has he given in vain the heavenly muse ? Night and all her ...
... Pain , Disease , and Sorrow's weeping train , And Death , sad refuge from the storms of Fate ! The fond complaint , my song , disprove , And justify the laws of Jove . Say , has he given in vain the heavenly muse ? Night and all her ...
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ACERONIA Æolian AGRIPPINA Anicetus ASTOR atque awake Baiæ bard beautiful beneath blooming band breast breathe brow Caernarvonshire Cambridge churchyard College dauntless death divine DRAWN BY RICHARD dread Earl Edward Eirin Elegy Eton ETON COLLEGE eyes fate fears FINDEN fire glittering golden golden reign grace Gray Gray's hæc hand Hark hear heart Henry the Sixth Hippomedon honour John Penn JOHN SHARPE king lady Long Story Lord lyre Margaret of Anjou Mason mind morn mother Muse numbers o'er ODIN passion Pindar pleasure poem poet poetry PROPHETESS PUBLISHED BY JOHN quæ Queen reign repose RICHARD WESTALL round says shade Sisters smiling soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit stanza Stoke style sublime Taliessin taste tear thee THOMAS GRAY Thormodus Torfæus thou thunder trembling vale verse victorious bands voice warblings warm Weave weep Welsh wing written youth
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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.