The Poetical Works of Henry Taylor, Tema 73,Volumen1Chapman and Hall, 1864 |
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... thought was not forthcoming . Either they did not look upon mankind with observant eyes , or they did not feel it to be any part of their vocation to turn what they saw to account . It did not belong to poetry , in their apprehension ...
... thought was not forthcoming . Either they did not look upon mankind with observant eyes , or they did not feel it to be any part of their vocation to turn what they saw to account . It did not belong to poetry , in their apprehension ...
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... thoughts in themselves not more remarkable for novelty than for soundness . The public required nothing more ; and if he himself was brought latterly to a sense of his deficiencies of knowledge and general intellectual cultivation , it ...
... thoughts in themselves not more remarkable for novelty than for soundness . The public required nothing more ; and if he himself was brought latterly to a sense of his deficiencies of knowledge and general intellectual cultivation , it ...
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... thoughts , of pregnant recollections , he will probably find his stores in this kind no more enriched by having read Mr. Shelley's poems , than by having gazed on so many gorgeously coloured clouds in an evening sky . Surpassingly ...
... thoughts , of pregnant recollections , he will probably find his stores in this kind no more enriched by having read Mr. Shelley's poems , than by having gazed on so many gorgeously coloured clouds in an evening sky . Surpassingly ...
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... thought that you were sped upon your mission To treat for peace at Bruges ? Sir Simon . Sir , in good time . We'd have a word with you before we go . You are a noble born , my Lord of Occo ; And let me tell you , many marvel much To ...
... thought that you were sped upon your mission To treat for peace at Bruges ? Sir Simon . Sir , in good time . We'd have a word with you before we go . You are a noble born , my Lord of Occo ; And let me tell you , many marvel much To ...
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... thoughts ; at Sas There is no fort , and they who perish'd there Were but three hundred peasants who were burn'd By firing of a barn to which they'd fled . Clara . Ah , was it so ? At Zeveren then surely— Occo . What happen'd there ...
... thoughts ; at Sas There is no fort , and they who perish'd there Were but three hundred peasants who were burn'd By firing of a barn to which they'd fled . Clara . Ah , was it so ? At Zeveren then surely— Occo . What happen'd there ...
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Página xv - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Página 1 - ... consequently no culture of the earth; no navigation nor use of the commodities that may be imported by sea; no commodious building; no instruments of moving and removing such things as require much force; no knowledge of the face of the earth; no account of time; no arts; no letters; no society; and, which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death; and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
Página 92 - There lies a sleeping city. God of dreams, What an unreal and fantastic world Is going on below ! Within the sweep of yon encircling wall, How many a large creation of the night, Wide wilderness and mountain, rock and sea, Peopled with busy transitory groups, Finds room to rise, and never feels the crowd ! — If when the shows had left the dreamers...
Página 21 - Compute the chances, And deem there's ne'er a one in dangerous times Who wins the race of glory, but than him A thousand men more gloriously endowed Have fallen upon the course ; a thousand others Have had their fortunes foundered by a chance, Whilst lighter barks...
Página 100 - He look'd again upon the children's couch, And said, low down, they wanted nothing now. So, to turn off his eyes, I drew the small survivor of the three Before him, and he snatched it up, and soon Seemed quite forgetful and absorbed. With that I stole away.
Página 37 - Leaps from his slumber on the wave-washed deck ; And now the time comes fast, when here in Ghent, He who would live exempt from injuries Of armed men, must be himself in arms. This time is near for all, — nearer for me.
Página 73 - There's that betwixt you been which you yourselves, Should ye forget, would then not be yourselves ; For must it not be thought some base men's souls Have ta'en the seats of yours and...
Página 314 - Pain and grief Are transitory things no less than joy, And though they leave us not the men we were, Yet they do leave us. You behold me here A man bereaved, with something of a blight Upon the early blossoms of his life And its first verdure, having not the less A living root, and drawing from the earth Its vital juices, from the air its powers : And surely as man's health and strength are whole, His appetites regerminate, his heart Re-opens, and his objects and desires Shoot up renewed...
Página 29 - tis ignoble to have led my life In idle meditations — that the times Demand me, echoing my father's name ? Oh ! what a fiery heart was his ! such souls Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages. Oh ! my father ! Thy life is eloquent, and more persuades Unto dominion than thy death deters ; For that reminds me of a debt of blood Descended with my patrimony to me, Whose paying off would clear...
Página 270 - And I perceived the river and the bridge, The mottled sky and horizontal moon, The distant camp, and all things as they were.