Nugae Canorae: PoemsJ. and A. Arch, 1819 - 332 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 29
Página 13
... current trace ? II . Ah ! why , thou poor , distracted thing ! Those muttered accents , broken , low ; Those visionary tears that spring From unintelligible woe ? Why does the rose that deck'd thy cheek Pal'd o'er *The Melancholy Man.
... current trace ? II . Ah ! why , thou poor , distracted thing ! Those muttered accents , broken , low ; Those visionary tears that spring From unintelligible woe ? Why does the rose that deck'd thy cheek Pal'd o'er *The Melancholy Man.
Página 22
... poor child ! - -a fellow worm , " Who's prov'd for thee life's joy and care , " Would fain forego the useless term , " He's tasted life and death's his prayer . " To thee , poor child ! ere grief is brought " To vex thy soul ...
... poor child ! - -a fellow worm , " Who's prov'd for thee life's joy and care , " Would fain forego the useless term , " He's tasted life and death's his prayer . " To thee , poor child ! ere grief is brought " To vex thy soul ...
Página 32
... poor heart feels While struggling here , bearing with holy care Its little stock of intermediate joy , To bless the circle of domestic love . And now farewell ! Thus former years have fed My retrospective lays ! Sad barrenness Scowls o ...
... poor heart feels While struggling here , bearing with holy care Its little stock of intermediate joy , To bless the circle of domestic love . And now farewell ! Thus former years have fed My retrospective lays ! Sad barrenness Scowls o ...
Página 34
... poor Harry , the generous and bold ! The hamlet his virtues well knew ; His the free grace of youth ; his eye always told The feelings of nature ; his looks never cold , When they promis'd the most were most true . And he loved nor his ...
... poor Harry , the generous and bold ! The hamlet his virtues well knew ; His the free grace of youth ; his eye always told The feelings of nature ; his looks never cold , When they promis'd the most were most true . And he loved nor his ...
Página 36
... 'ercharged with delirious fire , And passionate impulse , he quickly surveyed Where a female half - clad was alluringly laid ; And he seized her with maddened desire . ' Twas a poor wandering idiot , diffused in the 36 THE WOODMAN .
... 'ercharged with delirious fire , And passionate impulse , he quickly surveyed Where a female half - clad was alluringly laid ; And he seized her with maddened desire . ' Twas a poor wandering idiot , diffused in the 36 THE WOODMAN .
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Nugae Canorae; Poems Charles Lloyd,43 B C -17 or 18 a D Metamorphose Ovid Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 170 - In a Sonnet then we require a development of some lonely feeling, by whatever cause it may have been excited...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...