Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 pages |
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... Pride , And Dulness , gentle pair , for aye allied ; Begotten without thought , born without pains , The ropy drivel of rheumatic brains . F. So let it be and yet , methinks , my friend , Silence were wise , where satire will not mend ...
... Pride , And Dulness , gentle pair , for aye allied ; Begotten without thought , born without pains , The ropy drivel of rheumatic brains . F. So let it be and yet , methinks , my friend , Silence were wise , where satire will not mend ...
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... pride of female stateliness . Ella . Dost thou ? then I am happy : I am proud : I will not wish me other than I am . Rodrig . Ah , if we part not instantly , my Ella , I feel , in faith , rude as my nature is , I soon shall be like thee ...
... pride of female stateliness . Ella . Dost thou ? then I am happy : I am proud : I will not wish me other than I am . Rodrig . Ah , if we part not instantly , my Ella , I feel , in faith , rude as my nature is , I soon shall be like thee ...
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... pride , And has been long establish'd in these walls To carry liquor for the prisoners : But such a cursed , spite - envenom'd toad ! - Hardibrand . Out on't ! thou'st told a tale that wrings my heart . Of royal line ; born to command ...
... pride , And has been long establish'd in these walls To carry liquor for the prisoners : But such a cursed , spite - envenom'd toad ! - Hardibrand . Out on't ! thou'st told a tale that wrings my heart . Of royal line ; born to command ...
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... pride thou tak'st thy stand , While many a stroke of fondness glides Along thy back and tabby sides : Dilated swells thy glossy fur , And loudly sings thy busy purr , - As , timing well the equal sound , Thy clutching feet bepat the ...
... pride thou tak'st thy stand , While many a stroke of fondness glides Along thy back and tabby sides : Dilated swells thy glossy fur , And loudly sings thy busy purr , - As , timing well the equal sound , Thy clutching feet bepat the ...
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... pride less fiercely beat , And smiles , a link in thee to find , That joins him still to living kind . Whence hast thou , then , thou witless pus , The magic power to charm us thus ? Is it , that in thy glaring eye And rapid movements ...
... pride less fiercely beat , And smiles , a link in thee to find , That joins him still to living kind . Whence hast thou , then , thou witless pus , The magic power to charm us thus ? Is it , that in thy glaring eye And rapid movements ...
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Page 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Page 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Page 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Page 413 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Page 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Page 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Page 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.