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... delight me . FRAGMENT ( * ) . 1 . I went to look On Byron's aweful manes ; twas a sight Which all my spirit to its centre shook , - - - Grand , glorious , passion - moving still , the blight Of death was there ; but who could bear or ...
... delight me . FRAGMENT ( * ) . 1 . I went to look On Byron's aweful manes ; twas a sight Which all my spirit to its centre shook , - - - Grand , glorious , passion - moving still , the blight Of death was there ; but who could bear or ...
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... delights , and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin - spun life . « But not the praise , Phoebus ...
... delights , and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin - spun life . « But not the praise , Phoebus ...
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... delightful to have faith . « Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely , slighted , Shepherd's care , And strictly meditate the thankless Muse ? Were it not better done , as others use , To sport with Amaryllis in the ...
... delightful to have faith . « Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely , slighted , Shepherd's care , And strictly meditate the thankless Muse ? Were it not better done , as others use , To sport with Amaryllis in the ...
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... delighted more in the splendor of the dress , than in the merits of the matter which it cove- red . He never deals in those vigorous or nice touches , which move by their force , or enchant by their just and happy precision . He has no ...
... delighted more in the splendor of the dress , than in the merits of the matter which it cove- red . He never deals in those vigorous or nice touches , which move by their force , or enchant by their just and happy precision . He has no ...
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... DELIGHT . I. Rarely , rarely , comest thou , Spirit of Delight ! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night ? Many a weary night and day Tis since thou art fled away . 2 . How shall ever one like me Win thee back again ? With ...
... DELIGHT . I. Rarely , rarely , comest thou , Spirit of Delight ! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night ? Many a weary night and day Tis since thou art fled away . 2 . How shall ever one like me Win thee back again ? With ...
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Page 137 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page xxvi - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. 'But not the praise...
Page 136 - The city's voice itself is soft like solitude's. I see the deep's untrampled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown ; I sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet ! did any heart now share in my emotion. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
Page 137 - And weep away the life of care Which I have borne , and yet must bear , Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Page xxvi - Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Page xxvii - Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair...
Page 38 - Seasons" wonders that he never saw before what Thomson shews him, and that he never yet has felt what Thomson impresses.
Page 133 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Page 133 - Midst others of less note, came one frail form, — A phantom among men ; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell...
Page xliv - I love snow, and all the forms Of the radiant frost: I love waves, and winds, and storms, Everything almost Which is Nature's, and may be Untainted by man's misery.