The Poetical Works of Samuel RogersE.H. Butler, 1891 - 451 pagina's |
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Pagina xii
... young he became the most popular of living English poets . He was thus enabled to gain the respect and friendship of all the greatest and most eminent of his contem- poraries . In after life he became noted for his knowledge of art . He ...
... young he became the most popular of living English poets . He was thus enabled to gain the respect and friendship of all the greatest and most eminent of his contem- poraries . In after life he became noted for his knowledge of art . He ...
Pagina xiii
... young , and having by his own efforts and industry raised himself to a position of repute , he married Mary Harris , the daughter of an East India merchant , who lived at Newington Green , and whose wife was a daughter of Dr. Coxe ...
... young , and having by his own efforts and industry raised himself to a position of repute , he married Mary Harris , the daughter of an East India merchant , who lived at Newington Green , and whose wife was a daughter of Dr. Coxe ...
Pagina xix
... young men , had a strong desire to see Dr. Johnson , and we determined to call upon him and introduce ourselves . We accordingly pro- ceeded to his house in Bolt Court , and I had my hand on the knocker , when our courage failed us ...
... young men , had a strong desire to see Dr. Johnson , and we determined to call upon him and introduce ourselves . We accordingly pro- ceeded to his house in Bolt Court , and I had my hand on the knocker , when our courage failed us ...
Pagina xxiii
... young ladies of Hampstead , which would act like a spell to oblige your attendance ; but not being willing to make use of such compulsory methods , I will only say how much pleasure it will give , Sir , your obliged and obedient servant ...
... young ladies of Hampstead , which would act like a spell to oblige your attendance ; but not being willing to make use of such compulsory methods , I will only say how much pleasure it will give , Sir , your obliged and obedient servant ...
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... young Foscari , whose hapless fate Venice should blush to hear the Muse relate , When exile wore his blooming years away , To sorrow's long soliloquies a prey , When reason , justice , vainly urged his cause , For this he roused her ...
... young Foscari , whose hapless fate Venice should blush to hear the Muse relate , When exile wore his blooming years away , To sorrow's long soliloquies a prey , When reason , justice , vainly urged his cause , For this he roused her ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
age to age Alcestis ancient beautiful bids Bishop Berkeley blest breathed bright called charm Cicero clime clouds Columbus cried dark daugh dead death delight dream earth Euripides eyes father fear fled gate gaze Genoa glory glows gone grief grove hand heart heaven holy hour hung Hyades light line 14 line 30 lived look Lord Marcus Junius Brutus mind Montesquieu musing Naples never Newington Green night o'er once palaces passed Petrarch pleasure poem rise Rogers Rome round sacred sail sate says scene shade shine sigh silent sitting sleep smile song soon soul spirit spoke stir stood story stranger sung sweet tears temple thee thine things thou thought thro Titian tower triumph turned Twas Venice verse voice wake wander wave whence wild wind wings young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 135 - Orsini lived ; and long mightst thou have seen An old man wandering as in quest of something, Something he could not find — he knew not what.
Pagina 107 - There is a glorious city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt seaweed Clings to the marble of her palaces.
Pagina 9 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! * Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Pagina 88 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Pagina 147 - Of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Pagina 60 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...
Pagina 135 - ... twas said By one as young, as thoughtless as GINEVRA, " Why not remove it from its lurking-place?" ' Twas done as soon as said ; but on the way It burst, it fell ; and lo, a skeleton, With here and there a pearl, an emerald stone, A golden clasp, clasping a shred of gold.
Pagina 142 - ... mingling each with each ; Both and yet neither. There, from age to age, Two ghosts are sitting on their sepulchres. That is the Duke Lorenzo. Mark him well. He meditates, his head upon his hand. What from beneath his helm-like bonnet scowls ? Is it a face, or but an eyeless skull ? 'T is lost in shade ; yet, like the basilisk, It fascinates, and is intolerable.
Pagina 69 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ! A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft 'shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal — a welcome guest.
Pagina 109 - A few in fear, Flying away from him whose boast it was,* That the grass grew not where his horse had trod, Gave birth to VENICE.