Desultory Thoughts in London: Titus and Gisippus, with Other PoemsC. and H. Baldwyn, 1821 - 251 pages |
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... Imaginative interests , which befriend Alike the servant and the master , seem But modes to me of virtue's golden gleam . 21 . Success attend you , and a quiet spirit , Devoted pioneers , where'er ye be , Who have not fear'd this world ...
... Imaginative interests , which befriend Alike the servant and the master , seem But modes to me of virtue's golden gleam . 21 . Success attend you , and a quiet spirit , Devoted pioneers , where'er ye be , Who have not fear'd this world ...
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... imagination , floats along , And variegates , thy fascinating song . 77 . Deep beauty , e'en to awfulness , so rich , Such plenitude of pomp around her beams , Causes thy wondrous numbers to bewitch , Like syrens chaunting by immortal ...
... imagination , floats along , And variegates , thy fascinating song . 77 . Deep beauty , e'en to awfulness , so rich , Such plenitude of pomp around her beams , Causes thy wondrous numbers to bewitch , Like syrens chaunting by immortal ...
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... Imagination , from thy sway bespeak ; Rather , Affection , I but need the gleam Stolen from thy moisten'd eye and glowing cheek ; — Yes , once more must I tax , ere such theme end , Th ' indulgent suffrage of another friend . 87 . , thy ...
... Imagination , from thy sway bespeak ; Rather , Affection , I but need the gleam Stolen from thy moisten'd eye and glowing cheek ; — Yes , once more must I tax , ere such theme end , Th ' indulgent suffrage of another friend . 87 . , thy ...
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... imaginative soul by thee ; Were he in words thy faculty to expound , To track deep thoughts through regions most ... Imagination's stirring power Keeps watch with hollow blasts of winter nights ; Thy countenance bright upon his heart ...
... imaginative soul by thee ; Were he in words thy faculty to expound , To track deep thoughts through regions most ... Imagination's stirring power Keeps watch with hollow blasts of winter nights ; Thy countenance bright upon his heart ...
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... imaginative . To be blam'd " Tis not , if he be churlish , that , enough , He hath not , of joys physical or sensual ; With him , a cold east wind is most potential . 1 He 99 . may be very rich , or very 36 The Influence of Imagination .
... imaginative . To be blam'd " Tis not , if he be churlish , that , enough , He hath not , of joys physical or sensual ; With him , a cold east wind is most potential . 1 He 99 . may be very rich , or very 36 The Influence of Imagination .
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agony art thou Athens aught Behold beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom Boccacio bosom bowers breast breath breeze cause CHARLES LLOYD charms Croesus dear deed deep dost doth dream dropping theories duty and desire dwell e'en e'er earth endued exquisite faith fascinating song fate faultering fear feel felt flowers forms fragrance Frank converse Gisippus grace hath haunt heart heaven honour hope hour human illegitimacies Imagination immortal knew Lesbia life's lips lofty lov'd maid man's mind mortal muse mystery Nature's ne'er neath never night o'er once passion path pleasure poor praise press'd rapture Religion rich scene seem'd sense shew shrink smile solitude Sophronia sorrows soul spirit steal stream sublime sway sweet tears thee theme thence things Thou art thou hast thought Titus treasure triumph truth twas Twixt twould voice whate'er whence youth
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Page 9 - What if God, willing to shew his wrath, and to make his power known, endured with much longsuffering the vessels of wrath fitted to destruction...
Page 72 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page vii - Si je veux peindre le printemps, il faut que je sois en hiver; si je veux décrire un beau paysage, il faut que je sois dans des murs; et j'ai dit cent fois que si jamais j'étais mis à la Bastille, j'y ferais le tableau de la liberté.
Page 18 - Oh [Lamb], thou art a mystery to me! Thou art so prudent, and so mad with wildness, Thou art a source of everlasting glee ! Yet desolation of the very childless Has been thy lot! Never in one like thee Did I see worth majestic from its mildness ; So far, in thee, from being an annoyance E'en to the vicious, 'tis a source of joyance.
Page 186 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.
Page 24 - No ! with magnanimous self-sacrifice, And lofty inadvertency of fame, He felt there is a bliss in being wise, Quite independent of the wise man's name. Who now can say how many a soul may rise To a nobility of moral aim It ne'er had known, but for that spirit brave, Which, being freely gifted, freely gave ? 69.
Page 180 - Calm, though impassion'd ! durable, though keen! It is all fresh like the young Spring's first green ! Children seem spirits from above descended, To whom still cleaves Heaven's atmosphere serene ; Their very wildnesses with truth are blended : Fresh from their skiey mould, they cannot be amended!
Page 24 - ... magnanimous self-sacrifice, And lofty inadvertency of fame, He felt there is a bliss in being wise, Quite independent of the wise man's name. Who now can say how many a soul may rise To a nobility of moral aim It ne'er had known, but for that spirit brave, Which, being freely gifted, freely gave ? Sometimes I think that I'ma blossom blighted ; But this I ken, that should it not prove so, If I am not inexorably spited Of all that dignifies mankind below ; By him I speak of, I was so excited, While...
Page 185 - He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes.
Page 23 - I — ungifted with a strain Fit to arrest the ear of him who knows To build such verse as Seraphim might deign To listen to, nor break the deep repose Of those immortal ardours that inspire Spirit of the inextinguishable fire — How shall I fitly speak on such a theme ? He is a treasure by the world neglected, Because he hath not, with a prescience dim, Like those whose every aim is...