The Feast of the Poets: With Notes, and Other Pieces in VerseJ. Cawthorn, 1814 - Počet stran: 157 |
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... perfection of elegant strength , - A fine flowing roundness inclining to length , - A back dropping in , -an expansion of chest , ( For the God , you'll observe , like his statues was drest . ) His throat like a pillar for smoothness ...
... perfection of elegant strength , - A fine flowing roundness inclining to length , - A back dropping in , -an expansion of chest , ( For the God , you'll observe , like his statues was drest . ) His throat like a pillar for smoothness ...
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... perfection on the score of nature , as a compounded and elaborate one upon that of art . Mr. Wordsworth , with something of a consciousness on this head , talks of selection in the very midst of what appears to others an absolute ...
... perfection on the score of nature , as a compounded and elaborate one upon that of art . Mr. Wordsworth , with something of a consciousness on this head , talks of selection in the very midst of what appears to others an absolute ...
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... perfection , is as different from what it ought to be and what nature herself intended it to be , as the ragged horse in the desart is to the beau- tiful creature under the Arab , or the dreamer in a hermitage to the waking philosopher ...
... perfection , is as different from what it ought to be and what nature herself intended it to be , as the ragged horse in the desart is to the beau- tiful creature under the Arab , or the dreamer in a hermitage to the waking philosopher ...
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... . Campbell , for his naval odes , should have had some oak in his wreath ; and it is a great piece of injustice to Mr. Moore's to have left out the shamrock . them in it's perfection . The modern Latin name for 112 NOTES ON THE.
... . Campbell , for his naval odes , should have had some oak in his wreath ; and it is a great piece of injustice to Mr. Moore's to have left out the shamrock . them in it's perfection . The modern Latin name for 112 NOTES ON THE.
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With Notes, and Other Pieces in Verse Leigh Hunt. them in it's perfection . The modern Latin name for it is Flos Jovis or Jove's Flower , an appellation rather too worshipful for it's little sparkling delicacy , and more suitable to the ...
With Notes, and Other Pieces in Verse Leigh Hunt. them in it's perfection . The modern Latin name for it is Flos Jovis or Jove's Flower , an appellation rather too worshipful for it's little sparkling delicacy , and more suitable to the ...
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Strana 119 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Strana 36 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Strana 35 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Strana 97 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the...
Strana 98 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Strana 35 - But ev'ry eye was fix'd on her alone. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, Quick as her eyes, and as...
Strana 119 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.
Strana 117 - There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o
Strana 119 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Strana 35 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies ; ' The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.