The Poetical Works of E. L. Bulwer: Consisting of O'Neill, Or The Rebel-- The Siamese Twins--Milton--Eugene Aram, a Tragedy-- Etc
Baudry's European Library, 1836 - 392 pages
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Almack's Anaxagoras angel-wing Aram aught Bancok beauty behold beneath Boteler breast breath bright brother brow calm Chang and Ching charm cheek cloud Cochin China crowd dark death deep divine doom dread dream earth EUGENE ARAM Ev'n fate fear feel flowers gaze gloom glory Grahana grave grew hand hath haunted heart Heaven Hodges hope hour hush'd Idlesse Julian Lady Lambourn Laneham light lips lone look Lord Lord Byron Madeline Marlow memory mind mirth Monson moon ne'er never night o'er once pass'd passion pause perchance poor quiet rapture Religio Medici round sate scarce scene seem'd shade shone Siam Siamese silent sleep smile soft solemn sought soul spell spirit star stern sting sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro trembling truth turn'd Twas Twins vex'd voice wandering wave ween Whate'er wild words youth
Page 352 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 371 - To know the seminal thought of every prophet and leader of a sect, is to gather all the wisdom of mankind. " By heaven ! there should not be a seer, who left The world one doctrine, but I'd task his lore, And commune with his spirit. All the truth Of all the tongues of earth, I'd have them all, Had I the powerful spell to raise their ghosts.
Page 323 - I have inserted may, perhaps, procure some indulgence for the tameness, or the faults, of the earlier portion. The first part of the poem is founded upon the well-known, though ill-authenticated, tradition of the Italian lady seeing Milton asleep under a tree, and leaving some verses beside him, descriptive of her admiration of his beauty.
Page 356 - On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues ; In darkness, and with dangers compass'd round, And solitude ; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the east : still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
Page 40 - Oh ! in our sterner manhood, when no ray Of earlier sunshine glimmers on our way ; When girt with sin, and sorrow, and the toil Of cares, which tear the bosom that they soil ; Oh ! if there be in restrospection's chain One link that knits us with young dreams again.
Page 77 - Has not a sufficient period elapsed since the passing away of a great man, to allow the feelings he bequeathed to fade also from that undue influence which they might at first have exercised over the popular mind ? Has not a new generation arisen ? Has not a new impetus been given to the age ' Do not new feelings require to be expressed...
Page 41 - One link which knits us with young dreams again, One thought so sweet we scarcely dare to muse On all the hoarded raptures it reviews, Which seems each instant in its backward range The heart to soften, and its ties to change ; And every spring, untouch'd for years, to move— It is the memory of a Mother's love.
Page 127 - In our progress, we had to pass under a bridge, which, after the profusion of expense which we had lately witnessed in the temples, afforded a surprising example of the stupid inattention of a despotic Government and a superstitious people to all objects of public convenience and utility. The value of a very few of the brass images which we saw yesterday, would have been sufficient to build a noble bridge at this place, where it was so much required ; but the one which we now saw, consisted of a...
Page 326 - And beauty reigned along each faultless limb — The lavish beauty of the olden day, Ere with harsh toil our mortal mould grew dim — When gods who sought for true-love met him here, And the veil'd Dian lost her lonely sphere — And her proud name of chaste, for him whose sleep Drank in Elysium on the Latmos steep. Nor without solemn dream, or vision bright, The bard for whom Urania left the shore — The viewless shore where never sleeps the light, Or fails the voice of music ; and bequeath'd....