The Siamese Twins: A Satirical Tale of the Times. With Other Poems

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H. Colburn and R. Bentley, 1831 - 390 pages
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Page 353 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 319 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Page 359 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Page 317 - The design of this poem," says Sir EB Lytton, in a prefatory note, " is that of a picture. It is intended to portray the great patriot poet in the three cardinal divisions of life — youth, manhood, and age. The first part is founded upon the well-known though ill-authenticated tradition of the Italian lady or ladies seeing Milton asleep under a tree in the gardens of his college, and leaving some tributary verses beside the sleeper. Taking full advantage of this legend, and presuming to infer from...
Page 359 - To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen and evil tongues ; In darkness, and with dangers compassed round And solitude ; yet not alone while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the east...
Page 324 - Like angel-strangers, o'er her raptured soul ; For she was of the poet's golden land, Where thought finds happiest voice, and glides along Into the silver rivers of sweet song.
Page 322 - And beauty reigned along each faultless limb — The lavish beauty of the olden day, Ere with harsh toil our mortal mould grew dim — When gods who sought for true-love met him here, And the veil'd Dian lost her lonely sphere — And her proud name of chaste, for him whose sleep Drank in Elysium on the Latmos steep. Nor without solemn dream, or vision bright, The bard for whom Urania left the shore — The viewless shore where never sleeps the light, Or fails the voice of music ; and bequeath'd...
Page 260 - Yet, in the whole, who paused to look again, Saw more than marks the crowd of vulgar men; They gaze and marvel how - and still confess That thus it is, but why they cannot guess.
Page 158 - I've always heard, Preserved his wrath and kept his word, And sternly left to other chances Of love and conquest, Lady Frances — Wherefore beware, ye girls who charm us, How you 're alarmed, or how alarm us ; Nor if you wish for life to suit us, Send men — you take the hint — to shoot us ! And now our brothers Bond Street enter ; — Dear street of London's charms the centre Dear street ! — where at a certain hour Man's follies bud forth into flower ! Where the gay minor sighs for fashion...
Page 324 - O'er her smooth brow, and the sweet Air just moved Their vine-like beauty with his gentle wing ; The earliest bloom of youth's Idalian rose Blushed through the Tuscan olive of her cheek — (So through the lightest clouds does morning break) — And there shone forth that hallowing soul which glows Round beauty, like the circling light on high, Which decks and makes the glory of the sky. Breathless and motionless she stood awhile, And drank deep draughts of passion — then a smile Played on her...

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