British Anthologies, Volumul 8Edward Arber Henry Frowde, 1899 |
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Pagina 20
... rich repast . Strait , hover round the Fair her airy band . Some , as she sipped , the fuming liquor fanned ; Some o'er her lap their careful plumes displayed , Trembling , and conscious of the rich brocade . Coffee ( which makes the ...
... rich repast . Strait , hover round the Fair her airy band . Some , as she sipped , the fuming liquor fanned ; Some o'er her lap their careful plumes displayed , Trembling , and conscious of the rich brocade . Coffee ( which makes the ...
Pagina 22
... rich china vessels , fallen from high , In glitt'ring dust and painted fragments lie ! ' Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine ! The victor cried , ' the glorious prize is mine ! While fish , in streams , or birds delight in air ...
... rich china vessels , fallen from high , In glitt'ring dust and painted fragments lie ! ' Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine ! The victor cried , ' the glorious prize is mine ! While fish , in streams , or birds delight in air ...
Pagina 24
... rich quilt sinks with becoming woe , Wrapped in a gown for sickness , and for show ! The Fair Ones feel such maladies as these , When each new night - dress gives a new disease . A constant vapour o'er the Palace flies ; Strange ...
... rich quilt sinks with becoming woe , Wrapped in a gown for sickness , and for show ! The Fair Ones feel such maladies as these , When each new night - dress gives a new disease . A constant vapour o'er the Palace flies ; Strange ...
Pagina 40
... trodden weeds send out a rich perfume ! Bear me , some God ! to Baja's gentle seats ; Or cover me in Umbria's green retreats ! Where western gales eternally reside , And all the Seasons 40 Rt . Hon . Joseph Addison .
... trodden weeds send out a rich perfume ! Bear me , some God ! to Baja's gentle seats ; Or cover me in Umbria's green retreats ! Where western gales eternally reside , And all the Seasons 40 Rt . Hon . Joseph Addison .
Pagina 67
... by selfish boasting ! Too rich to shew what I possess , My treasure I'll conceal ! I may my pains of Love confess ; But ne'er my joys reveal ! LOVE DISARMED . BENEATH a myrtle's verdant shade , AS F 2 67 Pierre Antoine Motteux .
... by selfish boasting ! Too rich to shew what I possess , My treasure I'll conceal ! I may my pains of Love confess ; But ne'er my joys reveal ! LOVE DISARMED . BENEATH a myrtle's verdant shade , AS F 2 67 Pierre Antoine Motteux .
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ALEXANDER POPE ANON APOLLO arms Beau Beauty Beggar's Opera BELINDA bless bonny bosom breast bright BROOM OF COWDENKNOWS cellany charms CHLOE CLOE COLIN COUNTESS OF SUFFOLK Countess of WINCHILSEA cried Crown 8vo CUPID DAMON dart dear DELIA delight Derry despair DODSLEY'S Collection e'er Edited EDWARD ARBER ev'ry Extra fcap eyes fair fate fear flame flowers gentle give grace happy hear heart Heaven JOSEPH ADDISON King kiss Lady live look Lord Lord LANSDOWNE Lord LYTTELTON Lover LYTTELTON Maid mind Miscellany Muse Musical ne'er never night Numbers Nymph o'er Oxford India Paper pain play pleasure Poetical POPE ANTHOLOGY pride real Passion Shepherd shine sighs sing smile soft Song soul STREPHON Swain sweet MOLLY Sylphs tears tell tender THALESTRIS thee thou thought thrice trembling trifle Twas VENUS Verse vows W. W. SKEAT wind Youth
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Pagina 263 - When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main ; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : " Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves!
Pagina 35 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Pagina 21 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
Pagina 18 - Heroes' and heroines' shouts confusedly rise, And bass and treble voices strike the skies. No common weapons in their hands are found, Like gods they fight, nor dread a mortal wound. So when bold Homer makes the gods engage, And...
Pagina 14 - Clipp'd from the lovely head where late it grew) That, while my nostrils draw the vital air, This hand, which won it, shall for ever wear.
Pagina 258 - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Pagina 148 - Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring All on a rock reclined. Wide o'er the foaming billows She cast a wistful look; Her head was crown'd with willows That trembled o'er the brook. " ' Twelve months are gone and over, And nine long tedious days; Why didst thou, venturous lover — Why didst thou trust the seas ? Cease, cease, thou cruel Ocean, And let my lover rest; Ah!