Poetical Works, Volume 2Little, Brown, 1866 |
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... attendant at the anniversary dinners of the Literary Fund , and constantly honored the occasion with an ode , which he himself recited with most comical dignity of emphasis . ] Torn from thy parent bird to form a pen , ( 7 )
... attendant at the anniversary dinners of the Literary Fund , and constantly honored the occasion with an ode , which he himself recited with most comical dignity of emphasis . ] Torn from thy parent bird to form a pen , ( 7 )
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... honor thee and Walter Scott ; Again all hail ! if tales like thine may please , St. Luke alone can vanquish the disease ; Even Satan's self with thee might dread to dwell , And in thy skull discern a deeper hell . Who in soft guise ...
... honor thee and Walter Scott ; Again all hail ! if tales like thine may please , St. Luke alone can vanquish the disease ; Even Satan's self with thee might dread to dwell , And in thy skull discern a deeper hell . Who in soft guise ...
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... honors deck the peer ! Lord , rhymester , petit - maître , pamphleteer ! So dull in youth , so drivelling in his age , * His scenes alone had damned our sinking stage ; But managers for once cried , " Hold , enough ! Nor drugged their ...
... honors deck the peer ! Lord , rhymester , petit - maître , pamphleteer ! So dull in youth , so drivelling in his age , * His scenes alone had damned our sinking stage ; But managers for once cried , " Hold , enough ! Nor drugged their ...
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... honor and thine own . What ! must deserted Poesy still weep Where her last hopes with pious Cowper sleep ? Unless , perchance , from his cold bier she turns , To deck the turf that wraps her minstrel , Burns ! No ! though contempt hath ...
... honor and thine own . What ! must deserted Poesy still weep Where her last hopes with pious Cowper sleep ? Unless , perchance , from his cold bier she turns , To deck the turf that wraps her minstrel , Burns ! No ! though contempt hath ...
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... honors , doubly merited , attend The poet's rival , but the painter's friend . Blest is the man who dares approach the bower Where dwelt the muses at their natal hour ; [ afar , Whose steps have pressed , whose eye has marked The clime ...
... honors , doubly merited , attend The poet's rival , but the painter's friend . Blest is the man who dares approach the bower Where dwelt the muses at their natal hour ; [ afar , Whose steps have pressed , whose eye has marked The clime ...
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bard bear beautiful Behold better blest breast Byron Capel Lofft clime couplet critics curse damned dare death Deloraine devil dream dull Dunciad E'en earth Edinburgh Review edition English Bards epic Eustace Budgell fame faults feel Ferrara folly fools genius Gifford glory hail hand hath hear heart Heaven honor hope Jeffrey Joan of Arc Lady less living look Lord Lord Byron Lord Holland lyre madness Mariamne mind minstrel MONODY Moore moral muse ne'er never numbers o'er once pain Pallas Parthenon poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor Pope praise prose published R. B. SHERIDAN rhyme satire scenes Scott scribbler Sheridan sleep smile song soul Southey Southey's spirit stanzas strain sublime Tasso taste tears thee thine thing thought throne verse voice Waltz weep wonder write written
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Page 200 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Page 205 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 206 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again : Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee — Though it smile upon the blow, Even its...
Page 240 - As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...
Page 184 - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Page 127 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Page 22 - Poetic souls delight in prose insane; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of an idiot boy...
Page 21 - Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Page 199 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 177 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.