The British Poets: Including Translations ... (Google eBook)

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C. Whittingham, 1822 - English poetry
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Page 140 - Detested wretch !" but scarce his speech began, When the strange partner seem'd no longer man His youthful face grew more serenely sweet ; His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair ; Celestial odours...
Page 135 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from men, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Page 137 - He stopp'd with silence, walk'd with trembling heart, And much he wish'd, but durst not ask to part : Murmuring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it hard, That generous actions meet a base reward.
Page 144 - No more my spectre-form appears. Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God: A port of calms, a state of ease From the rough rage of swelling seas.
Page 216 - The noblest beauties of art are those of which the effect is co-extended with rational nature, or at least with the whole circle of polished life ; what is less than this can be only pretty, the plaything of fashion, and the amusement of a day. THERE is in the " Adventurer" a paper of verses given to one of the authors as Mr.
Page 148 - To measure height against his head, And lift itself above : Yet, spite of all that Nature did To make his uncouth form forbid, This creature dar'd to love. He felt the charms of Edith's eyes, Nor wanted hope to gain the prize, Could ladies look within...
Page 142 - Thus Heaven instructs thy mind: this trial o'er, Depart in peace, resign, and sin no more.
Page 145 - Nod o'er the scutcheons of the dead ? Nor can the parted body know, Nor wants the soul, these forms of woe. As men who long in prison dwell, With lamps that glimmer round the cell, Whene'er their suffering years are run, Spring forth to greet the glittering sun : Such joy, though far transcending sense, Have pious souls at parting hence. On earth, and in the body placed, A few and evil years they waste ; But when their chains are cast aside, See the glad scene unfolding wide, Clap the glad wing,...
Page 152 - Has clapp'd the door, and whistled loud, To warn them all to go. Then, screaming, all at once they fly, And all at once the tapers...
Page 124 - scape from flattery to wit. Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear, (A sigh the absent claims, the dead a tear) Recall those nights that...

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