The poetical works of Valentine Verity: ed. [or rather written] by S.W. Leonard1867 |
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... poor scribbling wight ; Some self - dubb'd poet , with no other dub Than his own self - conceit . Or was't that tir'd Of soaring ' midst thine own sublimities On eagle pinions through th ' etherial height , Thou play'd'st the tumbler ...
... poor scribbling wight ; Some self - dubb'd poet , with no other dub Than his own self - conceit . Or was't that tir'd Of soaring ' midst thine own sublimities On eagle pinions through th ' etherial height , Thou play'd'st the tumbler ...
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... poor ray Of native brightness ( planet - like ) , depend On borrow'd beams to fructify the cold , Dull clod , else profitless ; or ( what is worse ) , A prey to superstition's deadly gripe , That , paralysing every human good , Changes ...
... poor ray Of native brightness ( planet - like ) , depend On borrow'd beams to fructify the cold , Dull clod , else profitless ; or ( what is worse ) , A prey to superstition's deadly gripe , That , paralysing every human good , Changes ...
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... Poor bird , bereft ! Thou and thy mate may mourn This first sad lesson of might over right . Thine unborn offspring they have torn away , The germ of thy fond hope , thine only wealth , Ransack'd to lengthen the unhallow'd chain ; Sad ...
... Poor bird , bereft ! Thou and thy mate may mourn This first sad lesson of might over right . Thine unborn offspring they have torn away , The germ of thy fond hope , thine only wealth , Ransack'd to lengthen the unhallow'd chain ; Sad ...
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... poor Peg hollow . Or wilt ascend Olympus ' cloudy shelf ? I'll still hold on by Peg's tail , even there . " Cut off that tail ? " - Thou but destroy'st thyself . Remember , Sampson's strength was in the hair , Like wisdom in the wig of ...
... poor Peg hollow . Or wilt ascend Olympus ' cloudy shelf ? I'll still hold on by Peg's tail , even there . " Cut off that tail ? " - Thou but destroy'st thyself . Remember , Sampson's strength was in the hair , Like wisdom in the wig of ...
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... poor soul do ? -Her gouty Dukey Was still laid up in London ' - ' twas unlucky . pronounce in this way whenever such words occurred . Who will dispute such high authority ? So in Jackson's Canzonet , " Time has not thinn'd my flowing ...
... poor soul do ? -Her gouty Dukey Was still laid up in London ' - ' twas unlucky . pronounce in this way whenever such words occurred . Who will dispute such high authority ? So in Jackson's Canzonet , " Time has not thinn'd my flowing ...
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aught Aurora beauteous beautiful blest Boötes bright Byron call'd canto chap charm clime Crystal Palace dark dear deep divine Don Juan doth doubt dread dream Duchess e'en e'er earth eternal ev'ry eyes fair familiar spirit fancy fear feel female fierce fire glory gold Grace hand hath heart heav'n heav'nly holy Honoria human Jews Juan's kiss knew labour Lady leave light Lord Byron Lord Pyrrho magic maid Maria Monk mind mortal Muse mystery nature nature's ne'er night nought o'er Paradise Lost passion poor pow'r priests pure reader rich rings Rodomont round Sabbath seem'd shade shine Sir William Jones sooth soul spirit Spitzbergen stanza stars strange Sumbawa sweet swift teint tell thee thine things thou thought truth turn'd twas twere twill Vishnu wild wonderful youth
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Page 170 - And he that stealeth a man, and selleth him, or if he be found in his hand, he shall surely be put to death.
Page 386 - Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Page 283 - John Keats, who was killed off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! His was an untoward fate ; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.
Page 34 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 78 - Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye compass sea and land to make one proselyte, and when he is made, ye make him twofold more the child of hell than yourselves.
Page 288 - Are brought ; and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce. From beds of raging fire to starve in ice...
Page 35 - tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy...
Page 95 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Page 164 - And the LORD said unto Moses, The man shall be surely put to death: all the congregation shall stone him with stones without the camp. 36 And all the congregation brought him without the camp, and stoned him with stones, and he died : as the LORD commanded Moses.
Page 78 - Woe unto you, Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones, and of all uncleanness.