Oxford: A PoemS. Collingwood; pub. by Whittaker, London, 1831 - 258 páginas |
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... thee Bards and Sages muse or stray , And wind the garden which you walk to - day ; The pilgrim clouds , the time - worn trees that wave , Or banks whose beauty gleaming waters lave , Their eyes beheld : —do burning thoughts begin ? Then ...
... thee Bards and Sages muse or stray , And wind the garden which you walk to - day ; The pilgrim clouds , the time - worn trees that wave , Or banks whose beauty gleaming waters lave , Their eyes beheld : —do burning thoughts begin ? Then ...
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... how oft when laughter fed Upon the frolic which thy fancy bred , And happy natures , as they saw thee smile , Seem'd mingling with thy sunny heart a while , Back to thy chamber didst thou darkly steal , And 50 PART 1 . OXFORD .
... how oft when laughter fed Upon the frolic which thy fancy bred , And happy natures , as they saw thee smile , Seem'd mingling with thy sunny heart a while , Back to thy chamber didst thou darkly steal , And 50 PART 1 . OXFORD .
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... how oft when laughter fed Upon the frolic which thy fancy bred , And happy natures , as they saw thee smile , Seem'd mingling with thy sunny heart a while , Back to thy chamber didst thou darkly steal , And 50 PART I. OXFORD .
... how oft when laughter fed Upon the frolic which thy fancy bred , And happy natures , as they saw thee smile , Seem'd mingling with thy sunny heart a while , Back to thy chamber didst thou darkly steal , And 50 PART I. OXFORD .
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... A holy shadow that resembles thee ; Let others laugh at that o'erheated mind , Which never gloried but to bless mankind , Be ours the tribute to as pure a Soul As Earth hath witness'd for sublime control . A kindred PART I. 57 OXFORD .
... A holy shadow that resembles thee ; Let others laugh at that o'erheated mind , Which never gloried but to bless mankind , Be ours the tribute to as pure a Soul As Earth hath witness'd for sublime control . A kindred PART I. 57 OXFORD .
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... thee ; where thy talents grew , Bright in the welcome of her fost❜ring view , Till glowing Senates mark'd thy spirit rise , And England hail'd it with adoring eyes ! — Alas ! that in thy fame's triumphant bloom , The shades of death ...
... thee ; where thy talents grew , Bright in the welcome of her fost❜ring view , Till glowing Senates mark'd thy spirit rise , And England hail'd it with adoring eyes ! — Alas ! that in thy fame's triumphant bloom , The shades of death ...
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ador'd amid ancient Anthony Wood antiquary archbishop archbishop of Canterbury Balliol college beautiful Behold bishop bishop of Durham bishop of Lincoln bishop of Llandaff bloom bright character Christ Church clouds critic darkness deep delight divine Drawn by A.G.Vickers dream earth earthless England Engraved eternal fame fancy feeling flow'rs fond FOUNDED gaze genius gloom glory glow grand grandeur Hall hallow'd hath haunted heart Heaven Heber Hertford college historian honour hope hour Johnson learning light Lincoln Lincoln college living lord Magdalen magic master Latimer midnight mind Montgomery's nature never night NOTE o'er Oxford PEMBROKE COLLEGE Percy Heath poem poet poetical poetry pow'r Prelates pure Ridley Robert round scene scholars shadow sir John sir William smile soul sound spirit sublime sway swell temples thee Theophilus Gale thine thou thought throne thunder tow'r truth virtue wings wisdom writer youth
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Página 214 - O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Página 187 - But wild beasts of the desert shall lie there; and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; and owls shall dwell there, and satyrs shall dance there.
Página 202 - Hie, dum sublimis versus ructatur et errat, Si veluti merulis intentus decidit auceps In puteum foveamve, licet, ' Succurrite,
Página 188 - Oxford with a stock of erudition that might have puzzled a doctor, and a degree of ignorance of which a school-boy would have been ashamed.
Página 217 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Página 223 - Twere well might Critics still this freedom take, But Appius reddens at each word you speak, And stares, tremendous, with a threat'ning eye, Like some fierce Tyrant in old tapestry.
Página 234 - Say, for you saw us, ye immortal lights, How oft unwearied have we spent the nights, Till the Ledaean stars, so famed for love, Wonder'd at us from above! We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine ; But search of deep Philosophy, Wit, Eloquence, and Poetry, Arts which I loved, for they, my friend, were thine.
Página 195 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among...
Página 213 - Wo to her stubborn heart, if once mine come Into the self-same room, 'Twill tear and blow up all within, Like a grenado shot into a magazin. Then shall Love keep the ashes, and torn parts, Of both our broken hearts : Shall out of both one new one make ; From her's th" allay; from mine, the metal take.
Página 194 - A poet, while living, is seldom an object sufficiently great to attract much attention ; his real merits are known but to a few, and these are generally sparing in their praises. When his fame is increased by time, it is then too late to investigate the peculiarities of his disposition ; the dews of morning are past, and we vainly try to continue the chase by the meridian splendor.