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Pagina 60
... move : The watchful seaman , whose sagacious eye On sure experience may with truth rely , Who from the reigning cause foretells the effect , This barbarous practice ever will reject ; For , fluttering loose in air , the rigid sail Soon ...
... move : The watchful seaman , whose sagacious eye On sure experience may with truth rely , Who from the reigning cause foretells the effect , This barbarous practice ever will reject ; For , fluttering loose in air , the rigid sail Soon ...
Pagina 64
... move The infernal powers with strains of heavenly love , Than mine , in ornamental verse to dress The harshest sounds that terms of art express : Such arduous toil sage Dædalus endured In mazes , self - invented , long immured , Till ...
... move The infernal powers with strains of heavenly love , Than mine , in ornamental verse to dress The harshest sounds that terms of art express : Such arduous toil sage Dædalus endured In mazes , self - invented , long immured , Till ...
Pagina 98
... scandal of the empyreal race , In wedlock lived the beauteous queen of love ; Can such sensations heavenly bosoms move ! Eastward of this appears the Dardan shore , That once the imperial towers of Ilium bore , Illustrious.
... scandal of the empyreal race , In wedlock lived the beauteous queen of love ; Can such sensations heavenly bosoms move ! Eastward of this appears the Dardan shore , That once the imperial towers of Ilium bore , Illustrious.
Pagina 214
... move , and fill each heart with woe : Big with the sorrow it describes , my song , In solemn pomp , majestic , move along . Oh ! bear me to some awful silent glade Where cedars form an unremitting shade ; Where never track of human feet ...
... move , and fill each heart with woe : Big with the sorrow it describes , my song , In solemn pomp , majestic , move along . Oh ! bear me to some awful silent glade Where cedars form an unremitting shade ; Where never track of human feet ...
Pagina 216
... the body here to rot on earth . The melancholy patriots round it wait , And mourn the royal hero's timeless fate . Disconsolate they move , a mournful band ! In solemn pomp they march along the strand : The 216 TO THE MEMORY OF.
... the body here to rot on earth . The melancholy patriots round it wait , And mourn the royal hero's timeless fate . Disconsolate they move , a mournful band ! In solemn pomp they march along the strand : The 216 TO THE MEMORY OF.
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The Poetical Works of William Falconer: With a Life William Falconer,John Mitford Vizualizare completă - 1854 |
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Pagina 130 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Pagina 130 - That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude. And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, • Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down ! 30 Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Pagina 237 - Bourne's (Vincent) Poetical Works, Latin and English, with Life of the Author, edited by the Rev. J. Mitford. Fcp. 8vo. 5s. Poems, by Sir Henry Wotton, Sir Walter Raleigh, and others; edited by the Rev. John Hannah, late Fellow of Lincoln College, Oxford, fcp.
Pagina 238 - A Short and Plain Instruction for the better Understanding of the Lord's Supper ; to which is annexed, the Office of the Holy Communion, with proper Helps and Directions. 'By Thomas Wilson, DD, late Lord Bishop of Sodor and Man.
Pagina 120 - Palemon rescued from the wreck ; Take it, and say, when panting in the wave, I struggled life and this alone to save ! — " My soul, that fluttering hastens to be free, Would yet a train of thoughts impart to thee...
Pagina 90 - While, dashed apart by her dividing prow, Like burning adamant the waters glow; Her joints forget their firm elastic tone, Her long keel trembles, and her timbers groan : Upheaved behind her in tremendous height The billows frown, with fearful radiance bright; Now quivering o'er the topmost wave she rides, While deep beneath th...
Pagina 32 - The' impatient wish that never feels repose, Desire that with perpetual current flows, The fluctuating pangs of hope and fear, Joy distant still, and sorrow ever near. Thus, while the pangs of thought severer grew, The western breezes inauspicious blew, Hastening the moment of our last adieu.
Pagina 115 - Alas ! these rocks all human skill defy; Who strikes them once, beyond relief must die : And now sore wounded, thou perhaps art tost On these, or in some oozy cavern lost...
Pagina 54 - Olympus' throne; For oft, alas ! their venal Strains adorn The Prince, whom blushing Virtue holds in scorn : Still ROME and GREECE record his endless fame, And hence yon mountain yet retains his name.
Pagina xxv - Little did my mother think, That day she cradled me, What land I was to travel in, Or what death I should die...