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Sayfa 134 - sing some sort of hymn like this t' ye : 1. The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose, and Phosbus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all. except their sun, is set. 2. The Scian and the Teian muse,
Sayfa 135 - T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. 7. Must
Sayfa 142 - which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay ; Is this a fancy which our reason scorns ? Ah ! surely nothing dies but something mourns
Sayfa 33 - T is sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come; T is sweet to be awaken'd by the lark, Or lull'd by falling waters; sweet the hum Of bees, the voice of girls, the song of birds,
Sayfa 34 - But sweeter still than this, than these, than all, Is first and passionate love —it stands alone, Like Adam's recollection of his fall; The tree of knowledge has been pluck'd -— all's known — And life yields nothing further to recall Worthy of this ambrosial sin, so shown, No doubt in fable, as the unforgiven
Sayfa 34 - C.XXIv. Sweet is the vintage, when the showering grapes In Bacchanal profusion reel to earth Purple and gushing ; sweet are our escapes From civic revelry to rural mirth ; Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps, Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth, Sweet is revenge — especially to women, Pillage to soldiers, prize-money to seamen.
Sayfa 56 - No more — no more — Oh ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall like dew, Which out of all the lovely things we see Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee : Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew I Alas! 't was not in them, but in
Sayfa 3 - Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one ; Of such as these I should not care to vaunt, I 'll therefore take our ancient friend Don Juan — We all have seen him, in the pantomime Sent to the devil somewhat ere his time. ii.
Sayfa 136 - 11. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! We will not think of themes like these! It made Anacreon's song divine : He served — but served Polycrates — A tyrant ; but our masters then Were still, at least, our countrymen.
Sayfa 71 - but to assail. Thus to their hopeless eyes the night was shown, And grimly darkled o'er the faces pale And the dim desolate deep: twelve days had Fear Been their familiar, and now Death was here. L. Some trial had been making at a raft, With little hope in such a rolling sea, A sort of thing at