Poems of Robert Southey: Containing Thalaba, The Curse of Kehama, Roderick, Madoc, A Tale of Paraguay and Selected Minor PoemsH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1909 - 768 pages |
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Common terms and phrases
Adosinda amid answer'd arms art thou Arvalan Asuras Aztlan Baly behold beneath blessed blood breast breath call'd Carmala Caroline Bowles cheek child cried Curse dark dead dear death delight dread earth Ereenia evil exclaim'd faith Father fear feel fell fire gazed Glendoveer Goth hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven heavenly Hodeirah's holy hope hour Indra Joan of Arc Kailyal Kehama Keswick King knew Ladurlad laid light lips living look'd Lord Madoc Maid Maimuna Mexitli morning mortal Neolin never night o'er Oneiza pain pass'd peace Pelayo poem prayer Prince quoth reach'd replied Robert Southey rock Roderick roll'd round sate seem'd sight silent Siverian song soul sound Southey Spain spake spirit stood stream sword Tezozomoc Thalaba thee thine thou hast thought throne turn'd vale vengeance voice ween Westbury wind Witiza wonder wretched youth
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Page 333 - And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree.
Page 146 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Page 356 - twas a famous victory. "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Page 356 - Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 356 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Page 363 - Had placed that Bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung. When the Rock was hid by the surge's swell, The mariners heard the warning Bell ; And then they knew the perilous Rock, And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Page 356 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Page 202 - Contingencies of pomp ; and serve to exalt Her native brightness. As the ample moon, In the deep stillness of a summer even Rising behind a thick and lofty grove, Burns, like an unconsuming fire of light, In the green trees; and, kindling on all sides Their leafy umbrage, turns the dusky veil Into a substance glorious as her own, Yea, with her own incorporated, by power Capacious and serene.
Page 376 - Father William replied, I remember'd that youth would fly fast, And abused not my health and my vigour at first, That I never might need them at last. You are old, Father William, the young man cried, And pleasures with youth pass away ; And yet you lament not the days that are gone Now tell me the reason, I pray.
Page 355 - For from cock-crow he had been travelling, And there was not a cloud in the sky. He drank of the water so cool and clear, For thirsty and hot was he, And he sat down upon the bank, Under the willow-tree.