The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Volumen1Harper & brothers, 1851 |
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... Thou shalt never talk with Crugal , or find his lonely steps in the heath . I am light as the blast of Cromla ; and I move like the shadow of mist . Conal , son of Colga ! I see the dark cloud of death ; it hovers over the plains of ...
... Thou shalt never talk with Crugal , or find his lonely steps in the heath . I am light as the blast of Cromla ; and I move like the shadow of mist . Conal , son of Colga ! I see the dark cloud of death ; it hovers over the plains of ...
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... thou that rollest above , round as the shield of my fathers . Whence are thy beams , Oh sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon , cold and pale , sinks in the ...
... thou that rollest above , round as the shield of my fathers . Whence are thy beams , Oh sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon , cold and pale , sinks in the ...
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... thou then remain , thou aged bard , when the mighty have failed ? But my fame shall remain , and grow like the oak of Morven ; which lifts its broad head to the storm , and rejoices in the course of the wind ! From this brief notice of ...
... thou then remain , thou aged bard , when the mighty have failed ? But my fame shall remain , and grow like the oak of Morven ; which lifts its broad head to the storm , and rejoices in the course of the wind ! From this brief notice of ...
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... thou hast something to sing . What must I sing ? ' said Cadmon . ' Sing the creation , ' was the reply , and thereupon Cadmon began to sing verses ' which he had never heard before , ' and which are said to have been as follows : - Now ...
... thou hast something to sing . What must I sing ? ' said Cadmon . ' Sing the creation , ' was the reply , and thereupon Cadmon began to sing verses ' which he had never heard before , ' and which are said to have been as follows : - Now ...
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... Thou reignest upon Thy high throne , And turnest all swiftly the heavenly zone . Thou , by Thy strong holiness , drivest from far In the way that Thou willest each worshiping star ; And through thy great power , the sun from the night ...
... Thou reignest upon Thy high throne , And turnest all swiftly the heavenly zone . Thou , by Thy strong holiness , drivest from far In the way that Thou willest each worshiping star ; And through thy great power , the sun from the night ...
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Página 210 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Página 316 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 478 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Página 299 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Página 310 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Página 217 - Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time! We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun. And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne'er be found again, So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night. Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's...
Página 477 - And, though the shady Gloom Had given Day her room, The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need : He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear.
Página 483 - Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th
Página 390 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company ; and faces are but a gallery of pictures ; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Página 480 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...