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Página 287 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 42 - When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint; Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions : So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than my life.
Página 292 - Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power, Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Degraded mass of animated dust ! Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit ! By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Ye ! who perchance behold this simple urn, Pass on — it honours none you wish to mourn : To mark a friend's remains these stones arise, I never knew but one, and here he lies.
Página 432 - The Germans in Greek Are sadly to seek ; Not five in five score, But ninety-five more ; All, save only Hermann, And Hermann's a German.
Página 291 - WHEN some proud son of man returns to earth, Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth, The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, And storied urns record who rest below : When all is done, upon the tomb is seen, Not what he was, but what he should have been...
Página 541 - Gibbon's Decline and fall, vol. vi. p. 320. ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE. 1. 1 1s done — but yesterday a King ! And arm'd with Kings to strive — And now thou art a nameless thing So abject — yet alive ! Is this the man of thousand thrones, Who strew'd our Earth with hostile bones ? And can he thus survive ? Since he, miscall'd the Morning Star, Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far.
Página 291 - Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth : While man, vain insect ! hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Página 42 - When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.