Rogers and His Contemporaries, Τόμος 1Smith, Elder, & Company, 1889 - 466 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 289 - Thou shalt believe in Milton, Dryden, Pope ; Thou shalt not set up Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey ; Because the first is crazed beyond all hope, The second drunk, the third so quaint and mouthy...
Σελίδα 443 - I prized every hour that went by, Beyond all that had pleased me before ; But now they are past, and I sigh, And I grieve that I prized them no more.
Σελίδα 342 - From my youth upward have I longed to tread This classic ground — And am I here at last? Wandering at will through the long porticoes, And catching, as through some majestic grove, Now the blue ocean, and now, chaos-like, Mountains and mountain-gulfs, and, half-way up, Towns like the living rock from which they grew? A cloudy region, black and desolate, Where once a slave withstood a world in arms.
Σελίδα 340 - Thou art gone ; And he who would assail thee in thy grave, Oh, let him pause ! For who among us all, Tried as thou wert — even from thine earliest years, When wandering, yet unspoilt, a...
Σελίδα 15 - Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes, Thy rosy lips still wear a smile, And move, and breathe delicious sighs ! — Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks, And mantle o'er her neck of snow. Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks What most I wish — and fear to know. She starts, she trembles, and she weeps ! Her fair hands folded on her breast. — And now, how like a saint she sleeps! A seraph in the realms of rest ! Sleep on secure ! Above...
Σελίδα 138 - If you enter his house — his drawing-room — his library — you of yourself say, this is not the dwelling of a common mind. There is not a gem, a coin, a book thrown aside on his eliimneypiece, his sofa, his table, that does not bespeak an almost fastidious elegance in the possessor.
Σελίδα 38 - Twas thine, Maria, thine without a sigh At midnight in a sister's arms to die. Oh them wert lovely ; lovely was thy frame, And pure thy spirit as from heaven it came : And when recalled to join the blest above Thou diedst a victim to exceeding love, Nursing the young to health.
Σελίδα 338 - Flashed lightning-like, nor lingered on the way, Waiting for words. Far, far into the night We sat conversing — no unwelcome hour, The hour we met ; and, when Aurora rose, Rising, we climbed the rugged Apennine.
Σελίδα 352 - Five poets of very unequal worth and most disproportionate popularity, whom the public probably would arrange in a different order. During this afternoon, Coleridge alone displayed any of his peculiar talent. I have not for years seen him in such excellent health and with so fine a flow of spirits. His discourse was addressed chiefly to Wordsworth, on points of metaphysical criticism — Rogers occasionally interposing a remark. The only one of the poets who seemed not to enjoy himself was Moore....
Σελίδα 338 - His motley household came — Not last nor least, Battista, who, upon the moonlight-sea Of Venice, had so ably, zealously, Served, and, at parting, thrown his oar away To follow through the world; who without stain Had worn so long that honourable badge, The gondolier's, in a Patrician House Arguing unlimited trust. — Not last nor least, Thou, tho...