Conversations at CambridgeJ.W. Parker, 1836 - 292 pages |
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... called forth an execration , obtained a more generous reward than the dulcimer of " the Abyssinian Maid . " A change seems now gradually coming over the spirit of the dream . His poems are selling , the crumbs are gathered from his ...
... called forth an execration , obtained a more generous reward than the dulcimer of " the Abyssinian Maid . " A change seems now gradually coming over the spirit of the dream . His poems are selling , the crumbs are gathered from his ...
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... by the giants , to the fervent and unceasing prayers of penitence , which are called , - • The only giants that assail The throne of heaven , and in the end prevail . 1186 ΟΙ TH How charming is this metaphor of the unhappy Lee ; 7.
... by the giants , to the fervent and unceasing prayers of penitence , which are called , - • The only giants that assail The throne of heaven , and in the end prevail . 1186 ΟΙ TH How charming is this metaphor of the unhappy Lee ; 7.
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... called the Diabolical Dictionary . One fancies that when the author broke into so violent an invective , he must have forgotten to sweeten his rooms with juniper , which he says was in great request at Oxford for that purpose . Let me ...
... called the Diabolical Dictionary . One fancies that when the author broke into so violent an invective , he must have forgotten to sweeten his rooms with juniper , which he says was in great request at Oxford for that purpose . Let me ...
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... called upon him is now fresh in my remembrance . He kept , as you know , in the corner of the further court of St. John's ; and I never pass the spot , even after a lapse of thirty years , without a melancholy reflection upon his fate ...
... called upon him is now fresh in my remembrance . He kept , as you know , in the corner of the further court of St. John's ; and I never pass the spot , even after a lapse of thirty years , without a melancholy reflection upon his fate ...
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... called The Christiad . The two following stanzas , says Mr. Southey , affected me strangely ; and who can read them without experiencing the same sensations ! THUS far have I pursued my solemn theme , With self - rewarding toil thus far ...
... called The Christiad . The two following stanzas , says Mr. Southey , affected me strangely ; and who can read them without experiencing the same sensations ! THUS far have I pursued my solemn theme , With self - rewarding toil thus far ...
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Page 23 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 182 - Relieve my languish, and restore the light; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth: Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn, Without the torment of the night's untruth. Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires, To model forth the passions of the morrow; Never let rising sun approve you liars, To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow: Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain, And never wake to feel the day's...
Page 110 - Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
Page 193 - O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more? It might (what Nature never gives the young) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue. But satire needs not those, and wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
Page 149 - For men have entered into a desire of learning and knowledge, sometimes upon a natural curiosity and inquisitive appetite; sometimes to entertain their minds with variety and delight ; sometimes for ornament and reputation ; and sometimes to enable them to victory of wit and contradiction ; and most times for lucre and profession ; and seldom sincerely to give a true account of their gift of reason, to the benefit and use of men...
Page 63 - And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night.
Page 190 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Page 183 - ... part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, — Now if thou would'st, when...
Page 261 - To be of no Church is dangerous. Religion, of which the rewards are distant, and which is animated only by Faith and Hope, will glide by degrees out of the mind, unless it be invigorated and reimpressed by external ordinances, by stated calls to worship, and the salutary influence of example.
Page 149 - If therefore ye be loath to dishearten utterly and discontent, not the mercenary crew of false pretenders to learning, but the free and ingenuous sort of such as evidently were born to study and love learning for itself, not for lucre or any other end but the service of God and of truth, and perhaps that lasting fame and perpetuity of praise which God and good men have consented shall be the reward of those whose published labours advance the good of mankind...