New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets and Poetical Translators, Volumul 3C. and C. Whittingham, 1823 |
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Pagina 33
... shed , Mix them instant with the dead ! By thy temple's sable floor , By thy altar stain'd with gore , Stain'd with gore and strew'd with bones , Echoing shrieks , and echoing groans ! Vengeance on the strangers shed , Mix them instant ...
... shed , Mix them instant with the dead ! By thy temple's sable floor , By thy altar stain'd with gore , Stain'd with gore and strew'd with bones , Echoing shrieks , and echoing groans ! Vengeance on the strangers shed , Mix them instant ...
Pagina 44
... shed , - That blood shall consecrate his native soil ! Illustrious names to history's record dear , And breathed when some high impulse fires the bard , For you shall Virtue pour the glowing tear- And your remember'd deeds shall still ...
... shed , - That blood shall consecrate his native soil ! Illustrious names to history's record dear , And breathed when some high impulse fires the bard , For you shall Virtue pour the glowing tear- And your remember'd deeds shall still ...
Pagina 55
... shed , And secret blessings of poetic dew . They bathe their horses in the learned flood , With flame recruited for the ' ethereal road ; And deem fair Isis ' swans + fair as their father god . No sooner April , trimm'd with girlands ...
... shed , And secret blessings of poetic dew . They bathe their horses in the learned flood , With flame recruited for the ' ethereal road ; And deem fair Isis ' swans + fair as their father god . No sooner April , trimm'd with girlands ...
Pagina 72
... shed thyself on Theron's bowers , O green his gardens , O perfume his flowers , O bless his morning walks and soothe his evening hours . Long , Theron , with thy Annabel enjoy The walks of Nature , still to Virtue kind , For sacred ...
... shed thyself on Theron's bowers , O green his gardens , O perfume his flowers , O bless his morning walks and soothe his evening hours . Long , Theron , with thy Annabel enjoy The walks of Nature , still to Virtue kind , For sacred ...
Pagina 73
... shed , Thick as the Winter stars or Summer flowers ; Albe * the tuneful Master ( ah ! ) be dead . To Colin next he taught my youth to sing , My reed to warble , to resound my string : The king of shepherds he , of poets he the king ...
... shed , Thick as the Winter stars or Summer flowers ; Albe * the tuneful Master ( ah ! ) be dead . To Colin next he taught my youth to sing , My reed to warble , to resound my string : The king of shepherds he , of poets he the king ...
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New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent ..., Volumul 3 Richard Alfred Davenport Vizualizare completă - 1823 |
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Anacreon ANNA SEWARD beams beauty beneath blast bless'd bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH charms cheek cheer courser crown'd Cumnor dark dear death deep delight dost doth dreams earth fair fairy Fancy fire flame flowers fond gale gentle Glastonbury Abbey gloom glory glowing golden grace green groves hail hast hath hear heart heaven hill Hope hour Ianthe Inchcape Rock King King Arthur light lonely lyre maid Motezuma mourn Muse Musidora Naiads Nature's night numbers nymph o'er Ovid pale Petrarch plain R. A. DAVENPORT rage rapture rills round scenes shade shed shine sighs silent sing sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound Spring storm stranger band stream sweet swell tears tempests thee thine thou train vale vermil voice wake wave weep wild wind wing youth
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Pagina 313 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when...
Pagina 311 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Pagina 325 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Pagina 328 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire: These ears alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Pagina 312 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Pagina 311 - ... no help, come let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, —...
Pagina 328 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Pagina 16 - Woods ! that listen to the night-birds singing, Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclined, Save when your own imperious branches swinging, Have made a solemn music of the wind ! Where, like a man beloved of God, Through glooms, which never woodman trod...
Pagina 74 - Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat, With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn...
Pagina 306 - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.