Studies in Poetry: Embracing Notices of the Lives and Writings of the Best Poets in the English Language, a Copious Selection of Elegant Extracts, a Short Analysis of Hebrew Poetry, and Translations from the Sacred Poets: Designed to Illustrate the Principles of Rhetoric, and Teach Their Application to Poetry |
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... just Shot at 235 JAMES GRAHAME 236 Sabbath Morning 237 The Scottish Service at Church 238 The Worship of God , in the Solitude of the Woods 239 Persecution and Sabbath of the Covenanters 240 The Funeral Service 241 An Autumn Sabbath ...
... just Shot at 235 JAMES GRAHAME 236 Sabbath Morning 237 The Scottish Service at Church 238 The Worship of God , in the Solitude of the Woods 239 Persecution and Sabbath of the Covenanters 240 The Funeral Service 241 An Autumn Sabbath ...
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... in the Solitude of the Woods Persecution and Sabbath of the Covenanters The Funeral Service An Autumn Sabbath Walk A Winter Sabbath Walk Little Children Brought to Jesus The Lark , the Merle , and the Mavis HENRY KIRKE WHITE .
... in the Solitude of the Woods Persecution and Sabbath of the Covenanters The Funeral Service An Autumn Sabbath Walk A Winter Sabbath Walk Little Children Brought to Jesus The Lark , the Merle , and the Mavis HENRY KIRKE WHITE .
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You are not wood , you are not stones , but men ; And , being men , hearing the will of Cesar , It will inflame you , it will make you mad : ' Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should , O , what would come of it ...
You are not wood , you are not stones , but men ; And , being men , hearing the will of Cesar , It will inflame you , it will make you mad : ' Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should , O , what would come of it ...
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On bird , beast , air ; air suddenly eclips'd After short blush of morn ; nigh in her sight The bird of Jove , stoop'd from his aery tour , Two birds of gayest plume before him drove : Down from a hill the beast that reigns in woods ...
On bird , beast , air ; air suddenly eclips'd After short blush of morn ; nigh in her sight The bird of Jove , stoop'd from his aery tour , Two birds of gayest plume before him drove : Down from a hill the beast that reigns in woods ...
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A wild wood . The Lady enters . Lady . This way the noise was , if mine ear be true , My best guide now . Methought it was the sound Of riot and ill manag'd merriment , Such as the jocund flute , or gamesome pipe , Stirs up among the ...
A wild wood . The Lady enters . Lady . This way the noise was , if mine ear be true , My best guide now . Methought it was the sound Of riot and ill manag'd merriment , Such as the jocund flute , or gamesome pipe , Stirs up among the ...
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Studies in Poetry Embracing Notices of the Lives and Writings of the Best ... George Barrell Cheever Visos knygos peržiūra - 1830 |
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33 psl. - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
15 psl. - His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
378 psl. - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
26 psl. - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
65 psl. - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
377 psl. - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
71 psl. - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
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168 psl. - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
140 psl. - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.