Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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Strana 2
... . The third , who mark'd with depth of thought , How those bright flow'rs must droop away , An ev'ning primrose only brought , Which opens with the closing day . The sage awhile in silence view'd The various choice of 2.
... . The third , who mark'd with depth of thought , How those bright flow'rs must droop away , An ev'ning primrose only brought , Which opens with the closing day . The sage awhile in silence view'd The various choice of 2.
Strana 11
... bright : Ye , dear delusions ! -ye return no more ! Alas ! how different does the truth appear , From the warm picture youth's rash hand pourtrays ! How fades the scene as we approach it near , And pain and sorrow strike ; how many ways ...
... bright : Ye , dear delusions ! -ye return no more ! Alas ! how different does the truth appear , From the warm picture youth's rash hand pourtrays ! How fades the scene as we approach it near , And pain and sorrow strike ; how many ways ...
Strana 16
... bright returning sun , The op'ning landscape shall illume ; And the lorn flower , that seems to droop , Shall all its wonted sweets resume . Thy heart , when all its cares are past , Shall every long - lost joy regain ; But mine , alas ...
... bright returning sun , The op'ning landscape shall illume ; And the lorn flower , that seems to droop , Shall all its wonted sweets resume . Thy heart , when all its cares are past , Shall every long - lost joy regain ; But mine , alas ...
Strana 17
... bright in you , And seem'd to promise me delight , I thought that promise true , Kind were your looks , if e'er I gaz'd , Or caught a transient view ; Mary Warm'd by your smiles , those hopes were rais'd On which my passion grew , While ...
... bright in you , And seem'd to promise me delight , I thought that promise true , Kind were your looks , if e'er I gaz'd , Or caught a transient view ; Mary Warm'd by your smiles , those hopes were rais'd On which my passion grew , While ...
Strana 19
... bright in the flood , And sheds on its bosom a tremulous ray , Tips the top of the hill , gilds the gloom of the wood , And softens each beauty that glar'd in the day . " If in such a night , " following philomel's C2 19.
... bright in the flood , And sheds on its bosom a tremulous ray , Tips the top of the hill , gilds the gloom of the wood , And softens each beauty that glar'd in the day . " If in such a night , " following philomel's C2 19.
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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
Populárne pasáže
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...