Studies from the English PoetsLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1852 - 519 pages |
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... night , Sad cure ! for who would lose , Devoid of sense and motion ? And who knows , Let this be good , whether our angry Foe Can give it , or will ever ? How he can , Is doubtful ; that he never will , is sure . Will he , so wise , let ...
... night , Sad cure ! for who would lose , Devoid of sense and motion ? And who knows , Let this be good , whether our angry Foe Can give it , or will ever ? How he can , Is doubtful ; that he never will , is sure . Will he , so wise , let ...
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... night long Had roused the sea , now with hoarse cadence lull Sea - faring men o'erwatched , whose bark by chance , Or pinnace , anchors in a craggy bay After the tempest : such applause was heard As Mammon ended , and his sentence ...
... night long Had roused the sea , now with hoarse cadence lull Sea - faring men o'erwatched , whose bark by chance , Or pinnace , anchors in a craggy bay After the tempest : such applause was heard As Mammon ended , and his sentence ...
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... Night receives him next Wide gaping , and with utter loss of being Threatens him , plunged in that abortive gulf . If thence he ' scape into whatever world Or unknown region , what remains him less Than unknown dangers , and as hard ...
... Night receives him next Wide gaping , and with utter loss of being Threatens him , plunged in that abortive gulf . If thence he ' scape into whatever world Or unknown region , what remains him less Than unknown dangers , and as hard ...
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... Night , eldest of things , The consort of his reign ; and by them stood Orcus2 and Hades 2 , and the dreaded name Of Demogorgon2 ; Rumour next and Chance , And Tumult and Confusion all embroiled , And Discord with a thousand various ...
... Night , eldest of things , The consort of his reign ; and by them stood Orcus2 and Hades 2 , and the dreaded name Of Demogorgon2 ; Rumour next and Chance , And Tumult and Confusion all embroiled , And Discord with a thousand various ...
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... Night : Yours be the advantage all , mine the revenge ! " Thus Satan ; and him thus the Anarch old , With faltering speech and visage incomposed , CHAOS . 685 Answered : " I know thee , stranger , who thou art , 690 That mighty leading ...
... Night : Yours be the advantage all , mine the revenge ! " Thus Satan ; and him thus the Anarch old , With faltering speech and visage incomposed , CHAOS . 685 Answered : " I know thee , stranger , who thou art , 690 That mighty leading ...
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Page 144 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 183 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 502 - Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. Contented toil and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty and faithful love.
Page 185 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
Page 285 - If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge: if a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 497 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Page 357 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train And rudely rends thy robes ; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! W.
Page 495 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Page 494 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Page 362 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.