Poems, Essays and Opinions: Being Selections from Writings in the "Mirror of the Time", from August 7th, 1850, to the End of February, 1851, Volumen1Aylott and Jones, 1851 |
Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED BATE RICHARDS angel Bahadoor beneath better bosom breast breath Brummagem Bully Bright charity child cold cried crime cruel dare dark death doth dream dull E'en earth England eyes false fancy fate fear feel flunkeyism genius give gloom grave grief hand hath Haynau heart Heaven honour hope human human clay leaves Leigh Hunt light living look Lord Lord Byron Louis Philippe lov'd magistrate Mammon memory mind mock moral morning neath night noble o'er once opinion pain Pharisee pity poem poet poetry Police policeman poor pride prisoner proud PUDENTIANA racter Richard Cobden Rome round Shakespeare Sirs sleep smile sorrow soul spirit steal STORM OF PASSION tears tell thee There's things Thomas Hood thou thought tomb true truth Twas virtue voice vulgar wave whilst woman Wordsworth wretch wrong
Pasajes populares
Página 183 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Página 209 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Página 183 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Página 209 - Say heavenly muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the infant God? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, To welcome him to this his new abode, Now while the heaven by the sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, 20 And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?
Página 192 - By observation of affinities In objects where no brotherhood exists To passive minds.
Página 156 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks: Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
Página 193 - Among the band of my compeers was one Whom chance had stationed in the very room Honoured by Milton's name. O temperate Bard! Be it confest that, for the first time, seated Within thy innocent lodge and oratory, One of a festive circle, I poured out Libations, to thy memory drank, till pride And gratitude grew dizzy in a brain Never excited by the fumes of wine Before that hour, or since.
Página 209 - It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
Página 143 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land...
Página 198 - Linden saw another sight, when the drum beat at dead of night commanding fires of death to light the darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed each horseman drew his battle-blade, and furious every charger neigh'd to join the dreadful revelry.