Nugae Canorae: PoemsJ. and A. Arch, 1819 - 332 pages |
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... Arms of Achilles .. 306 THE Author thinks it but fair as a preliminary to the following list of Errata , to state , that he fears he must take to himself the blame due to many of the errors ; and the only apology he can make for such ...
... Arms of Achilles .. 306 THE Author thinks it but fair as a preliminary to the following list of Errata , to state , that he fears he must take to himself the blame due to many of the errors ; and the only apology he can make for such ...
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... eye , they would roam ; And , twining their arms , would exultingly say , That , ere the leaves fell , at the close of the day , They , wedded , should hie to one home . D 2 Ah , bootless the thought ! The prospect , though THE WOODMAN .
... eye , they would roam ; And , twining their arms , would exultingly say , That , ere the leaves fell , at the close of the day , They , wedded , should hie to one home . D 2 Ah , bootless the thought ! The prospect , though THE WOODMAN .
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... his cot : then he cried , my will not Justice relent ? 66 My arm is all ; " And will nothing but twenty gold pieces prevent " The idiot from being my bride ? " Distracted at leaving the maid of his love , And THE WOODMAN . 37.
... his cot : then he cried , my will not Justice relent ? 66 My arm is all ; " And will nothing but twenty gold pieces prevent " The idiot from being my bride ? " Distracted at leaving the maid of his love , And THE WOODMAN . 37.
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... arm , To gaze upon the form , and grasp the hand , Of him who lived in my wayward dream . And I have look'd , and all has been to me A crowded desolation ! Not one being , ' Mid that incessant and perturbed throng , Dreamt of my hopes ...
... arm , To gaze upon the form , and grasp the hand , Of him who lived in my wayward dream . And I have look'd , and all has been to me A crowded desolation ! Not one being , ' Mid that incessant and perturbed throng , Dreamt of my hopes ...
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... fared it so with thee ? Then be at peace ! And may the God the fortitude who gave To bear thy silent voluntary pangs , Receive thee in the arms of pitying love . LINES , WRITTEN 29TH JULY , 1808 . OH Love LINES . 119.
... fared it so with thee ? Then be at peace ! And may the God the fortitude who gave To bear thy silent voluntary pangs , Receive thee in the arms of pitying love . LINES , WRITTEN 29TH JULY , 1808 . OH Love LINES . 119.
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agony Ajax Alcyone Ambleside Arethuse arms Author beneath bless blest bliss bosom breast breathe breeze canst Ceyx CHARLES LLOYD charms cheek clouds dear despair dost thou doth dream dwell e'en earth fancy fantastic fears feel forms gleam gloom grace grassy head haply happiness hast hath haunts heart Heaven holy hope hour hues human inglorius Italian language life's living lonely look lov'd malè meek mind mirth mountain murmur nature Nature's ne'er Nessus o'er oh Father Ovid pale pang passion peace pines pity poem poor prayer raptures reach of love river Brathay rocks scene seek seem'd sense shed sigh silent Skiddaw smiles solitude SONNET Sonnet 24 Sonnet 36 sorrow sought soul spirit stream sublime sweet swell tears tempests thee thine things thought tide trembling Twas voice warm waves weep wild winds
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Page 127 - ... a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 94 - In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun ; which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it : and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
Page 170 - Sonnets appear to me the most exquisite, in which moral sentiments, affections, or feelings, are deduced from, and associated with, the scenery of Nature.
Page 127 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 170 - In a Sonnet then we require a development of some lonely feeling, by whatever cause it may have been excited...
Page 136 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Page 62 - Of tenderest grass, sts island circlet sprea"d ! This man did rear a hut, and lived and died In that lone dell ! He had no friend on earth, Nor wanted one — For much he lov'd his God, And much those works which e'en the lonely man May taste abundantly ! And he did think So oft on life's great Author, that at last He worshipp'd him in all things, and believ'd His poorest creatures holy, and could see " Religious meanings in the forms of nature...
Page 125 - Betrayed that the pulse of each heart Of my feet's stealing fall knew the speech ; While all would not let me depart, Till the kiss was bestowed upon each ; By the boy,* who, when walking and musing, And thinking myself quite alone, Would follow the path I was...
Page xv - But those frequent songs throughout the law and prophets beyond all these, not in their divine argument alone, but in the very critical art of composition, may be easily made appear over all the kinds of lyric poesy to be incomparable.
Page 29 - There is a time When first sensation paints the burning cheek, Fills the moist eye, and quickens the keen pulse, That mystic meanings half conceiv'd invest The simplest forms, and all doth speak, all lives To the eager heart ! At such a time to me Thou cam'st, dear holiday ! Thy twilight glooms Mysterious thoughts awaken'd, and I mus'd As if possest, yea felt as I had known The dawn of inspiration. Then the days Were sanctified by feeling, all around Of an indwelling presence darkly spake. Silence...