Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... Bosom of a sleeping Infant ........ 388 Epitaph .. .. 389 The Licence of Travelling ...... ... 389 Dialogue .... .... .. 390 On Lotteries 391 Lines by Sir Richard Lovelace to his Mistress .... Epigram Epigram On Lelia ..... Cupid and ...
... Bosom of a sleeping Infant ........ 388 Epitaph .. .. 389 The Licence of Travelling ...... ... 389 Dialogue .... .... .. 390 On Lotteries 391 Lines by Sir Richard Lovelace to his Mistress .... Epigram Epigram On Lelia ..... Cupid and ...
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... bosom of delight ? Perhaps to nymphs of other shades , He feigns the soft impassion'd tear ; With songs their easy faith invades , That treach'rous won thy witless ear . Let not those maids thy envy move , For whom his heart may seem to ...
... bosom of delight ? Perhaps to nymphs of other shades , He feigns the soft impassion'd tear ; With songs their easy faith invades , That treach'rous won thy witless ear . Let not those maids thy envy move , For whom his heart may seem to ...
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... bosom the sorrowing sigh ? Enchant the fair scenes , ' till enraptur'd I find That sweetest oblivion the muses bestow , Till the sun - shine that gilds you shall brighten my mind , And my fancy forget that my heart has a woe ! So free ...
... bosom the sorrowing sigh ? Enchant the fair scenes , ' till enraptur'd I find That sweetest oblivion the muses bestow , Till the sun - shine that gilds you shall brighten my mind , And my fancy forget that my heart has a woe ! So free ...
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... away ! The sun is dress'd in beamy smiles , To give thy beauties to the day , Young zephyrs wait with gentle gales , To fan thy bosom as they play ! DUNCAN'S WARNING . As o'er the heath , amid his 24 Invocation to the Rose.
... away ! The sun is dress'd in beamy smiles , To give thy beauties to the day , Young zephyrs wait with gentle gales , To fan thy bosom as they play ! DUNCAN'S WARNING . As o'er the heath , amid his 24 Invocation to the Rose.
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... bosom of despair ! - O say , what minstrel of the sky hath given To swell the dirge , so musically lorn ? Declare , hath dove - ey'd pity left her heav'n , And lent thy happy hand her lyre to mourn ? - So sad thy songs of hopeless ...
... bosom of despair ! - O say , what minstrel of the sky hath given To swell the dirge , so musically lorn ? Declare , hath dove - ey'd pity left her heav'n , And lent thy happy hand her lyre to mourn ? - So sad thy songs of hopeless ...
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Iné vydania - Zobraziť všetky
Selection of poems [by various authors, ed. by C. Smart]., Zväzok 1 Charles Snart Úplné zobrazenie - 1808 |
Časté výrazy a frázy
adieu beauty beneath bless blest bliss to thee bloom blushing bosom breast breath bright Charlotte Smith charms cheek cruel doubting dear Delia delight despair e'er ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fate fear flow'r fond fondly friendship friges gale gentle glowing grace grief grove hand hear heart heaven hope hour kiss kiss the sky lov'd lovely band lover's lute maid mighty fell mind mourn muse native ne'er NICHOLAS ROWE night nymph o'er pain pale passion peace pensive Pindar pity pleasure pleasure's pow'r R. B. SHERIDAN rapture reign rill rose ROSLINE CASTLE scene scorn shade shou'd sigh sleep smile soft song SONNET sooth sorrow soul strain stream swain sweet swell tear tender thine thou thought thro trembling vale VERSES vex'd virtue voice wander wave Whilst wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind yonder youth ΕΡΙΤΑΡΗ
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Strana 253 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. ' A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Strana 97 - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Strana 93 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend, And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend ; This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Strana 392 - 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. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Strana 254 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, — All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love.
Strana 259 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Strana 93 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Strana 297 - Let wind and weather do its worst, Be you to us but kind, Let Dutchmen vapour, Spaniards curse, No sorrow we shall find : ' Tis then no matter how things go. Or who's our friend or who's our foe.
Strana 338 - No, Sir ; there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.
Strana 98 - Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store; They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live. I laugh not at another's loss, I grudge not at another's gain...