The Siamese twins [in verse]. To which is added, Milton, a poem, by the author of 'Pelham'. |
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... voices merge in clamour near ; But sense lies locked within his ear . So sate he in a marble grieving- The comic of the crowd relieving ; And , proving the old dogma wrong , That nought of grief can well belong * To scenes where gayer ...
... voices merge in clamour near ; But sense lies locked within his ear . So sate he in a marble grieving- The comic of the crowd relieving ; And , proving the old dogma wrong , That nought of grief can well belong * To scenes where gayer ...
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... voice appals the ear , And tells - but with a whispered breath- ( How easy is an infant's death . And that we only do fulfil laws ، Given by Nature - to deny ' Life to the wretched things that mock ، Nature herself ! ' . Then suddenly ...
... voice appals the ear , And tells - but with a whispered breath- ( How easy is an infant's death . And that we only do fulfil laws ، Given by Nature - to deny ' Life to the wretched things that mock ، Nature herself ! ' . Then suddenly ...
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... voice from the sun - they seem To wake - wild Genii - from a dream , And changing as they wake - the steep Beholds the transformed torrents sweep , And conquer as they come ; Thus , when that signal cry arose , Strait from the warmed ...
... voice from the sun - they seem To wake - wild Genii - from a dream , And changing as they wake - the steep Beholds the transformed torrents sweep , And conquer as they come ; Thus , when that signal cry arose , Strait from the warmed ...
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... voice of Fate ! Ye whom the Magian spell'd of old , # The orbed and glorious Thrones of Heaven , Will ye in truth no more unfold The lore to Earth's grey Fathers given ? What wonderous arts that pierce the deep Of Time , and from slow ...
... voice of Fate ! Ye whom the Magian spell'd of old , # The orbed and glorious Thrones of Heaven , Will ye in truth no more unfold The lore to Earth's grey Fathers given ? What wonderous arts that pierce the deep Of Time , and from slow ...
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... voices can reveal ! - Mute - mute -- ye from your height survey Our longings vague , our visions vain ; And , drawn to earth , we turn away , And sicken to ourselves again . Still linger in the vast abode , Where once the Magian ...
... voices can reveal ! - Mute - mute -- ye from your height survey Our longings vague , our visions vain ; And , drawn to earth , we turn away , And sicken to ourselves again . Still linger in the vast abode , Where once the Magian ...
Términos y frases comunes
Almack's amid Anaxagoras aught Bancok beauty behold beneath BOOK breast breath bright brother brow calm Chang and Ching Chang's CHAPTER charm cheek cloud Cochin China crowd dark dear deep divine doom dread dream earth Ev'n Fate fear feel Fiam gaze glide gloom glorious glory Grahana grave hath heart Heaven Hindoo Hodges hope hour hush'd Idlesse Julian Lady Laneham life's light lips lonely look Lord Lord Byron lover Magian memory mind moon mystery ne'er never night o'er once PARADISE LOST passion pause poet poetry quiet racter Religio Medici round sate scarce shade shame Siam Siamese silent sleep smile soft solemn sought soul spirit star stern sting strange sweet thee thine things thou thought thro tide trembling truth Twas Twins unto vex'd voice wandering watchmen wave ween whate'er wild wont wrath youth
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Página 343 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Página 347 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Página 307 - The design of this poem," says Sir EB Lytton, in a prefatory note, " is that of a picture. It is intended to portray the great patriot poet in the three cardinal divisions of life — youth, manhood, and age. The first part is founded upon the well-known though ill-authenticated tradition of the Italian lady or ladies seeing Milton asleep under a tree in the gardens of his college, and leaving some tributary verses beside the sleeper. Taking full advantage of this legend, and presuming to infer from...
Página 311 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Página 347 - On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues ; In darkness, and with dangers compass'd round, And solitude ; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the east : still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
Página 328 - And thoughts that spoke not, but lay hush'd like pray'r; Their love made life one melody, like birds, And circled earth with its own rosy air. What in that lovely climate doth the breast Interpret not into some sound of love ? Canst thou...
Página 313 - Has this dull earth a being to compare With those which genius kindles ? — Can the sun Show his young bard a living shape as fair • As those which haunt his sleep ? — Yea, there is one Brighter than aught which fancy forms most dear — Brighter than love's wild dream ; and lo ! behold her here ! She was a stranger from the southern sky, And wandering from the friends with whom she rov'd Along those classic gardens — chanced to stray By the green beech-tree where the minstrel lay.
Página 256 - Yet, in the whole, who paused to look again, Saw more than marks the crowd of vulgar men; They gaze and marvel how - and still confess That thus it is, but why they cannot guess.
Página 328 - All nature was a treasury which their hearts Rifled and coin'd in passion ; the soft grass, The bee's blue palace in the violet's bell ; The sighing leaves which, as the day departs, The light breeze stirreth with a gentle swell ; The stiller boughs blent in one emerald mass, Whence, rarely floating liquid eve along, Some unseen linnet sent its vesper song ; All furnish'd them with images and words, And thoughts which spoke not, but lay hush'd like prayer ; Their love made life one melody, like birds,...
Página 32 - I'll be your guide ! dismiss your fears. " With Hampden's name and memory warm you ! '' And, d — n you all — but I'll reform you ! " As for the dogs that won't be free, " We'll give it them most handsomely ; " To church with scourge and halter lead 'em, " And thrash the rascals into freedom.