The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 45

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Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 - English poetry
 

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Page 215 - Penelope with joy, Could overcome in me the zeal I had To explore the world, and search the ways of life, Man's evil and his virtue. Forth I sail'd Into the deep illimitable main, With but one bark, and the small faithful band That yet cleaved to me.
Page 45 - And to them it was given that they should not kill them, but that they should be tormented five months: and their torment was as the torment of a scorpion, when he striketh a man. 6 And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it ; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them.
Page 60 - Beckoning, and each, that lingers, with his oar Strikes. As fall off the light autumnal leaves One still another following, till the bough Strews all its honours on the earth beneath ; E'en in like manner Adam's evil brood Cast themselves, one by one, down from the shore, Each at a beck, as falcon at his call.* Thus go they over through the umber'd wave; And ever they on the opposing bank Be landed, on this side another throng Still gathers. "Son...
Page 152 - If from the fire I had been shelter'd, down amidst them straight I then had cast me ; nor my guide, I deem. Would have restrain'd my going: but that fear Of the dire burning vanquish'd the desire.
Page 59 - And lo! toward us in a bark Comes on an old man, hoary white with eld, Crying, "Woe to you, wicked spirits! hope not Ever to see the sky again. I come To take you to the other shore across, Into eternal darkness, there to dwell In fierce heat and in ice. And thou, who there Standest, live spirit! get thee hence, and leave These who are dead.
Page 157 - Forthwith that image vile of Fraud appear'd, His head and upper part exposed on land, But laid not on the shore his bestial train. His face the semblance of a just man's wore, So kind and gracious was its outward cheer; The rest was serpent all: two shaggy claws Reach'd to the arm-pits; and the back and breast, And either side, were painted o'er with nodes And orbits.
Page 23 - Lady, of whom he was enamoured after his first love, was the most beauteous and honourable daughter of the Emperor of the universe, to whom Pythagoras gave the name of Philosophy...
Page 55 - Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of Power divine, Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love. 19 Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
Page 233 - What yet gazest on ? Wherefore doth fasten yet thy sight below Among the maim'd and miserable shades ? Thou hast not shown in any chasm beside This weakness. Know, if thou wouldst number them, That two and twenty miles the valley winds Its circuit, and already is the moon Beneath our feet : the time permitted now Is short ; and more, not seen, remains to see.
Page 350 - The maddening rage of Florence, in that day Proud as she now is loathsome. Your renown Is as the herb, whose hue doth come and go; And His might withers it, by whom it sprang Crude from the lap of earth.

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