New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, Volumul 4 |
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Pagina 19
... shore , then see the shore retire ? As oft , dear youth ! thy pleasing form appears , I stretch my arms , and wake dissolved in tears ; Yet waking fancy all that loss supplies , And still I view thee with a lover's eyes ; Entranced in ...
... shore , then see the shore retire ? As oft , dear youth ! thy pleasing form appears , I stretch my arms , and wake dissolved in tears ; Yet waking fancy all that loss supplies , And still I view thee with a lover's eyes ; Entranced in ...
Pagina 50
... shore . Here oft when Morn peep'd o'er the dusky hill , Here oft when Eve bedew'd the misty vale , Careless he laid him all beside the rill , And pour'd in strains like these his artless tale . Ah ! would he say - and then a sigh would ...
... shore . Here oft when Morn peep'd o'er the dusky hill , Here oft when Eve bedew'd the misty vale , Careless he laid him all beside the rill , And pour'd in strains like these his artless tale . Ah ! would he say - and then a sigh would ...
Pagina 75
... shore , And all its lessening turrets bluely fade ; He climbs the mast to feast his eye once more , And busy Fancy fondly lends her aid . Ah ! now , each dear domestic scene he knew , Recall'd and cherish'd in a foreign clime , Charms ...
... shore , And all its lessening turrets bluely fade ; He climbs the mast to feast his eye once more , And busy Fancy fondly lends her aid . Ah ! now , each dear domestic scene he knew , Recall'd and cherish'd in a foreign clime , Charms ...
Pagina 80
... shore , [ guest , With regret miss the step of a death - stricken And echo list oft for the sound of his oar . Though her lover is fallen - thy copses among , When Philomel warbles at close of the day , May no friend be wanting to catch ...
... shore , [ guest , With regret miss the step of a death - stricken And echo list oft for the sound of his oar . Though her lover is fallen - thy copses among , When Philomel warbles at close of the day , May no friend be wanting to catch ...
Pagina 84
... ever open stand , Receive me on the ' irremeable shore , When life's frail glass has run its latest sand , And the dull jest repeated charms no more ; Then may my friend weep o'er the funeral hearse , 84 P. VII . ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
... ever open stand , Receive me on the ' irremeable shore , When life's frail glass has run its latest sand , And the dull jest repeated charms no more ; Then may my friend weep o'er the funeral hearse , 84 P. VII . ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
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adieu beams beauty beguile beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom cold bower breast breath bright CHARLOTTE SMITH charm cheek cheer dark dear death despair dream e'er ELEGY eyes fade fair Fair city Fancy farewell fate feel flame flowers fond gale gay nature gentle gloom glow grace grave grief grove hast hear heart Heaven honours hope HOTWELLS hour hour of victory life's lips lonely LORD BYRON love restore love's Lover Lycidas lyre Maid with bosom mind Monody morn mourn Muse Naiad ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pangs pass'd peace pity pride rapture rill rise round scenes scorn shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song soothe sorrows soul spring strain stream sweet tear tempest tender thee thine thou thought tomb Twas vale virtue voice wake wandering wave weep wild winds youth
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Pagina 170 - Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart ; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Pagina 193 - Ay me, I fondly dream, Had ye been there! — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Pagina 172 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Pagina 195 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Pagina 198 - Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Pagina 197 - Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold ; Look homeward, angel, now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Pagina 197 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, 180 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Pagina 193 - O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return! Thee, Shepherd, thee the Woods, and desert Caves, With wild Thyme and the gadding Vine o'ergrown, And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays.
Pagina 170 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Pagina 126 - Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.