Vers de societè [sic] historical fragments, sonnets, &c. [by M.J. Denison].1849 |
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Page 122 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 22 - Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain cave Was Freedom's home, or Glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be That this is all remains of thee ? Approach...
Page 247 - OH ! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers Where Pleasure lies, carelessly smiling at Fame, He was born for much more, and in happier hours His soul might have burned with a holier flame...
Page 166 - Yet time has seen, that lifts the low, And level lays the lofty brow, Has seen this broken pile complete, Big with the vanity of state; But transient is the smile of fate! A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Page 105 - Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 150 - The Painter dead, yet still he charms the eye; While England lives, his fame can never die : But he, who struts his hour upon the stage, Can scarce extend his fame for half an age ; Nor pen nor pencil can the actor save, The art and artist share one common grave.
Page 63 - Or liv'st thou now, with safer pride content, The wisest justice on the banks of Trent? For, why did Wolsey, near the steeps of fate, On weak foundations raise th
Page 18 - Proserpin in gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower, by gloomy Dis Was gathered— which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world— Duke of Milan.
Page 1 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell thirst and famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Page 98 - Grave, and Juliet's Bier ! You to their Worth must Testimony give; 'Tis in your Hearts alone their Fame can live. Still as the Scenes of Life will shift away, The strong Impressions of their Art decay. Your Children cannot feel what you have known; They'll boast of Quins and Gibbers of their own: The greatest Glory of our happy few, Is to be felt, and be approv'd by you.