Sabrinae corolla in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contextuerunt tres viri floribus legendis ...Bell, 1801 - 328 pagini |
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... wave , In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber - dropping hair ; Listen , for dear honour's sake , Goddess of the silver lake , Listen , and save ! MILTON . Δια Σαβρίνη , σέβας ὡραῖον , κλύθ ̓ ἵνα θακεῖς ὑπ ...
... wave , In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber - dropping hair ; Listen , for dear honour's sake , Goddess of the silver lake , Listen , and save ! MILTON . Δια Σαβρίνη , σέβας ὡραῖον , κλύθ ̓ ἵνα θακεῖς ὑπ ...
Pagina 4
... wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave , No torrents stain thy limpid source , No rocks impede thy dimpling course : Devolving from thy parent lake , A charming maze thy waters make , By bowers of birch , and groves of pine , And hedges ...
... wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave , No torrents stain thy limpid source , No rocks impede thy dimpling course : Devolving from thy parent lake , A charming maze thy waters make , By bowers of birch , and groves of pine , And hedges ...
Pagina 16
... wave when they meet at night ! By the tear that shews when passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows from the heat of the sky ! By the first love - beat of the youthful heart ; By the bliss to meet , and the pain to part ! By all that ...
... wave when they meet at night ! By the tear that shews when passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows from the heat of the sky ! By the first love - beat of the youthful heart ; By the bliss to meet , and the pain to part ! By all that ...
Pagina 32
... wave , And faithless is the wind ; Then leave nae mair my heart to break ' Mang Scotland's hills behind . ALLAN CUNNINGHAM . To a Lady . For me no roseate garlands twine , But wear them , dearest , in my stead ; Time hath a whiter hand ...
... wave , And faithless is the wind ; Then leave nae mair my heart to break ' Mang Scotland's hills behind . ALLAN CUNNINGHAM . To a Lady . For me no roseate garlands twine , But wear them , dearest , in my stead ; Time hath a whiter hand ...
Pagina 36
... speaks the vesper - chime Still of a holy time ? - Far o'er the sea . Dance on , ye vintage - bands , Fearless and free ; Still fresh and greenly wave My father's tree ; Solo in litore secum . O ubi , qvos celebrat 36 SABRINAE COROLLA .
... speaks the vesper - chime Still of a holy time ? - Far o'er the sea . Dance on , ye vintage - bands , Fearless and free ; Still fresh and greenly wave My father's tree ; Solo in litore secum . O ubi , qvos celebrat 36 SABRINAE COROLLA .
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Pagina 34 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Pagina 196 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Pagina 252 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold — Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " " Not there, not there, my child...
Pagina 156 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Pagina 24 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Pagina 114 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Pagina 238 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Pagina 136 - When the oldest cask is opened, And the largest lamp is lit; When the chestnuts glow in the embers, And the kid turns on the spit; When young and old in circle Around the firebrands close; When the girls are weaving baskets, And the lads are shaping bows...
Pagina 238 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Pagina 268 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or grey, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...