Rejected Addresses: And Other PoemsG. P. Putnam & sons, 1871 - 414 pages |
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Apollo Arethusa bard Barron Field beauty Behold beneath birth bless bloom bower breath bright brother charms cheerfulness Chigwell chimæra cried dark dear death delight doom Drury Lane Drury Lane Theatre dust Edinburgh Review eyes fear feel fire flowers friends gaze give gloom glory grace grave groan Hail to thee hand Hark hast head hear heart heaven hope Horace Smith imitation James Smith King Lady Leigh Hunt life's light live London look Lord Lord Byron Lovely or rare MACBETH man's MARSHAL SAXE Momus moral Muses Nature's never night o'er perchance poet poor Rejected Addresses round shuddering shut Sicilian Arethusa sing smile song soul spirit stanza sweet tears tell Theatre Theodore Hook thine thou wert thou'rt thought thrill tomb Twas voice wings wonder writer Yamen Zounds
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Page 292 - Pretty ! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms ! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Page 9 - Thebes's streets three thousand years ago, When the Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had .not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
Page 8 - And tolls its perfume on the passing air, Makes sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer. Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane, most catholic and solemn, Which God hath planned. To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply — Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky.
Page 337 - He totter'd, sunk, and died ! Did none attempt, before he fell, To succour one they loved so well ? Yes, Higginbottom did aspire (His fireman's soul was all on fire) His brother chief to save ; But ah ! his reckless generous ire Served but to share his grave ! 'Mid blazing beams and scalding streams, Through fire and smoke he dauntless broke Where Muggins broke before.
Page 398 - Alike in ignorance, his reason such, Whether he thinks too little or too much ; Chaos of thought and passion all confused ; Still by himself abused, or disabused ; Created half to rise and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled ; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world ! Go, wondrous creature!
Page 200 - He told us he had been thirty years employing his thoughts for the improvement of human life. He had two large rooms full of wonderful curiosities, and fifty men at work. Some were condensing air into a dry tangible substance, by extracting the nitre, and letting the aqueous or fluid particles percolate; others softening marble for pillows and pin-cushions; others petrifying the hoofs of a living horse to preserve them from foundering.
Page 304 - And brush'd it with a broom. My uncle's porter, Samuel Hughes, Came in at six to black the shoes, (I always talk to Sam :) So what does he, but takes and drags Me in the chaise along the flags, And leaves me where I am.
Page 185 - Thou stand'st condemned to certain death. Silence, base rebel ! — no replying ! — But such is my indulgence still, That, of my own free grace and will, I leave to thee the mode of dying.
Page 8 - Your voiceless lips, 0 flowers ! are living preachers, Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book, Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers From loneliest nook. Floral apostles ! that in dewy splendor "Weep without woe, and blush without a crime...
Page xxii - I know not what Horace Smith must take me for sometimes : I am afraid he must think me a strange fellow : but is it not odd that the only truly generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stock-broker ! and he writes poetry too...