Ernest Basil, Volumen1;Volumen15


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Página 190 - Shaped by some solitary nymph, whose breast Long'd for a deathless lover from above, And madden'd in that vision — are exprest All that ideal beauty ever bless'd The mind with in its most unearthly mood...
Página 129 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?
Página 89 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of...
Página 320 - FILL the goblet again ! for I never before Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its core ; Let us drink ! — who would not ? — since, through life's varied round, In the goblet alone no deception is found. I have tried in its turn all that life can supply ; I have bask'd in the beam of a dark rolling eye ; I have loved ! — who has not ? — but what heart can declare That pleasure existed while passion...
Página 198 - Ye Elements, in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted, can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot, Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot...
Página 190 - ... and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight ; The shaft hath just been shot — the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance : in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might And majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the Deity.
Página 271 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
Página 59 - Tis o'er, but never from my heart Shall time thine image blot ; The dreams of other days depart, Thou shalt not be forgot ; And never in the suppliant sigh Poured forth to Him who sways the sky, Shall mine own name be breathed on high, And thine remembered not...
Página 169 - I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between heaven and earth ? We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us.
Página 242 - I stooped upon the pebbly strand, To cull the toys that round me lay. But, as I took them in my hand, I threw them one by one away. Oh, thus, I said, in ev'ry stage, By toys our fancy is beguiled ; We gather shells from youth to age, And then we leave them, like a child.

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