The Poetical Works of Barry Cornwall [pseud.], Volume 1H. Colburn, 1822 |
Autres éditions - Tout afficher
The Poetical Works of Barry Cornwall [pseud.], Volume 1 Barry Cornwall Affichage du livre entier - 1822 |
The Poetical Works of Barry Cornwall [pseud.], Volume 1 Barry Cornwall Affichage du livre entier - 1822 |
Expressions et termes fréquents
Ægypt Andreana Antony arms beauty blue Boccaccio bosom bright brow Cesar Cesario charms child Cleop Cleopatra dark dead dear Diego Domitius Don Ped doth dream Duke Duke of Milan Ellena fable fair Farewell fear feel flowers forgot Gabr Gabriello girl hair haply Hark hath hear heard heart heaven hither immortal Ione Ippol Ippolito Isab Isabella Jeron Jeronymo Jove Juan king laugh light lips Lisana live look lord lov'd LUDOVICO SFORZA Lysander marble MARK ANTONY melancholy mighty moon mortal Mother mountain Naiad ne'er never night o'er Olym Olympia once pale poor Pr'ythee Prince queen queen of Naples rose round SCENE shame skies sleep smile soft soul speak spirit stars story stream summer sweet Sylv Sylvestra tell thank thee thing thou thought tow'rd twas Twill wander wanton weep Werner winds youth
Fréquemment cités
Page 74 - It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me: In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Page 2 - And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Page 94 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 94 - Then shower'd his bounties on me, like the Hours, That open-handed sit upon the clouds, And press the liberality of heaven Down to the laps of thankful men...
Page 211 - But he is gone That struck the sparkling stream from Helicon ; And never hath one risen in his place, Stamped with the features of that mighty race. Yet wherefore grieve I — seeing how easily The plumed spirit may its journey take Through yon blue regions of the middle air ; And note all things below that own a grace, Mountain, and cataract, and silent lake, And wander in the fields of poesy, Where avarice never comes, and seldom care.
Page 205 - WOMAN. GONE from her cheek is the summer bloom, And her lip has lost all its faint perfume : And the gloss has dropped from her golden hair, And her cheek is pale, but no longer fair.
Page 178 - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years. And so I dare to hope...
Page 104 - I will not, will not pain your love : Nay more, I will deserve it. 1 can die Now, for my mind has grown within this hour To firmness : yet, I now could wish to live, To shew you what I am.
Page 149 - tis said, Do spirits quit their leaden urns, to tempt Wretches from sin. Some have been seen o...