Letters of Anna Seward: Written Between the Years 1784 and 1807, 第 2 卷

A. Constable, 1811 - 432 頁

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第 305 頁 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
第 130 頁 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
第 164 頁 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you ; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn ; Kind nature the embryo blossom will save. But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn ! O, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave...
第 305 頁 - The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise To hear the lute well touched, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
第 269 頁 - For love, which scarce collective man can fill; For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill; For faith, that, panting for a happier seat. Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat. These goods for man the laws of Heaven ordain, These goods He grants, who grants the power to gain ; With these celestial Wisdom calms the mind, And makes the happiness she does not find.
第 348 頁 - imp their eagle wings," a delighted spectator and auditor of their efforts. It was here, that Miss Molly Aston was frequently a visitor in the family of her brother-in-law, and probably amused herself with the uncouth adorations of the...
第 21 頁 - Why comest not Thou, who always canst inspire The soul of cheerfulness, and best array A sullen hour in smiles?— O, haste to pay The cordial visit sullen hours require ! — Around the circling walls a glowing fire Shines ; — but it vainly shines in this delay To blend thy spirit's warm Promethean light. Come then, at Science and at Friendship's call, Their vow'd disciple ; — come, for they invite ! The social powers without thee languish all. Come, that I may not hear the winds of night, Nor...
第 103 頁 - LOVE is the great softener of savage dispositions. Johnson had always a metaphysic passion for one princess or other : first, the rustic Lucy Porter, before he married her nauseous mother ; next, the handsome, but haughty, Molly Aston ; next, the sublimated, methodistic, Hill Boothby, who read her bible in Hebrew ; and, lastly, the more charming Mrs. Thrale, with the beauty of the first, the learning of the second, and with more worth than a bushel of such sinners and such saints. It is ridiculously...
第 126 頁 - It arrived late last night; rich, adorned, and invaluable, by the Romneyan powers. My poor invalid was fast asleep in his bed - Lister and Gary, our young bards, were supping with me. They were on fire with curiosity, while the nails were drawing, and highly gratified with contemplating the most masterly portrait their young eyes had ever beheld. I placed it by my father's bed-side at seven this morn. - He wept with joy when I undrew the curtain - wanted to kiss it, and has talked and looked at it...
第 55 頁 - Fancy enervates, while it soothes the heart, And, while it dazzles, wounds the mental sight; To joy each heightening charm it can impart, But wraps the hour of woe in tenfold night. And often, where no real ills affright, Its visionary fiends, an endless train, Assail with equal or superior might, And through the throbbing heart and dizzy brain, And shivering nerves, shoot stings of more than mortal pain.