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Page 72
... thrice he routed all his foes , and thrice he slew the slain The master saw the madness rise His glowing cheeks , his ardent eyes ; And while he heav'n and earth defy'd , Il devient dieu lui - même , L'éclair sort de 72 POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE .
... thrice he routed all his foes , and thrice he slew the slain The master saw the madness rise His glowing cheeks , his ardent eyes ; And while he heav'n and earth defy'd , Il devient dieu lui - même , L'éclair sort de 72 POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE .
Page 108
... glow ; But if a stone the gentle sea divide , Swift ruffling circles curl on ev'ry side , And glimmering fragments of a broken sun , Banks , trees , and skies , in thick disorder run . To clear this doubt , to know the world by sight ...
... glow ; But if a stone the gentle sea divide , Swift ruffling circles curl on ev'ry side , And glimmering fragments of a broken sun , Banks , trees , and skies , in thick disorder run . To clear this doubt , to know the world by sight ...
Page 124
... glow , And , loose from dross , the silver runs below . Long had our pious friend in virtue trod , But now the child half wean'd his heart from God ; ( Child of his age ) for him he liv'd in pain , And measur'd back his steps to earth ...
... glow , And , loose from dross , the silver runs below . Long had our pious friend in virtue trod , But now the child half wean'd his heart from God ; ( Child of his age ) for him he liv'd in pain , And measur'd back his steps to earth ...
Page 142
... glow . Come , Blouzelinda , ease thy swain's desire , My summer's shadow , and my winter's fire ! CUDDY . As with Buxoma once I work'd at hay , Ev'n noon - tide labour seem'd an holiday ; And holidays , if haply she were gone , Like ...
... glow . Come , Blouzelinda , ease thy swain's desire , My summer's shadow , and my winter's fire ! CUDDY . As with Buxoma once I work'd at hay , Ev'n noon - tide labour seem'd an holiday ; And holidays , if haply she were gone , Like ...
Page 195
... vers les demeures sombres , Dans le séjour des pâles ombres Il pénètre , l'amour conduit ses pas . Grands dieux ! Dans ces tenèbres Quels cris funèbres ! Dreadful gleams , Dismal screams , Fires that glow , 13 * POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE . 195.
... vers les demeures sombres , Dans le séjour des pâles ombres Il pénètre , l'amour conduit ses pas . Grands dieux ! Dans ces tenèbres Quels cris funèbres ! Dreadful gleams , Dismal screams , Fires that glow , 13 * POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE . 195.
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amant Amid amour arms attraits bear beauté BÉLINDE beneath breast breath brillant but the brave call CARDELIA chants charms Chloe ciel cieux cœur CUDDY dear death desire Dieu douce doux e'er earth envy Eurydice ev'n ev'ry eyes fate fear femme find first friend gave give glow goddess good grace great half hand happy head hear heart heav'n hélas high hope kind know l'amour LADY last life light look lost love lovely madame made make mind Mondor music Musidore my breast my fancy nature's never night nymph o'er once plaisirs pleasure pleurs pow'r pride reason right round Roxane ruby lips scorn shade sigh SMILINDA soft soon soul sound strange Sullen swain sweet take tears tendre their think thou thought thrice thro tremble vanity virtue wish world wretch youth
Popular passages
Page 188 - If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay: If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way.
Page 78 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Page 332 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Page 80 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Page 354 - An heir of glory! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! insect infinite! A worm ! a god ! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels!
Page 374 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 333 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Page 34 - Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor— one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time.
Page 208 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show...
Page 368 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...