Beauties of the Modern Poets: In Selections from the Works of Byron, Moore, Scott [and Others] : with Many Fugitive Pieces of Distinguished MeritWightman and Cramp, 1826 - 392 strán (strany) |
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Strana 19
... lips than thine . Better to hold the sparkling grape , Than nurse the earth - worm's slimy brood , And circle in the goblet's shape The drink of Gods , than reptiles ' food . Where once my wit perchance hath shone In aid of others let ...
... lips than thine . Better to hold the sparkling grape , Than nurse the earth - worm's slimy brood , And circle in the goblet's shape The drink of Gods , than reptiles ' food . Where once my wit perchance hath shone In aid of others let ...
Strana 37
... lip hath drain'd life's cup of pleasure , Nor left one honey drop to shed Round misery's brim . Yes he can smile serene at death ; Kind heaven ! do thou but chase the weeping Of friends who love him , Tell them that he lies calmly ...
... lip hath drain'd life's cup of pleasure , Nor left one honey drop to shed Round misery's brim . Yes he can smile serene at death ; Kind heaven ! do thou but chase the weeping Of friends who love him , Tell them that he lies calmly ...
Strana 52
... of snow their entrance win Through the poor rags , and keep the frost within ; His very heart seems frozen as he goes , Leading that starved companion of his woes ; He tried to pray - his lips I saw them 52 BEAUTIES OF THE MODERN POETS .
... of snow their entrance win Through the poor rags , and keep the frost within ; His very heart seems frozen as he goes , Leading that starved companion of his woes ; He tried to pray - his lips I saw them 52 BEAUTIES OF THE MODERN POETS .
Strana 53
... lips I saw them move , And he so turn'd his piteous looks above ; But the fierce wind the willing heart oppos'd , And , ere he spoke , the lips in misery clos'd : Poor suffering object ! yes , for ease you pray'd , And God will hear ...
... lips I saw them move , And he so turn'd his piteous looks above ; But the fierce wind the willing heart oppos'd , And , ere he spoke , the lips in misery clos'd : Poor suffering object ! yes , for ease you pray'd , And God will hear ...
Strana 64
... lips ! Yet - yet they seem , as they forbore to smile , And wish'd repose - but only for a while ; But the white shroud , and each extended tress , Long - fair - but spread in utter lifelessness Which , late the sport of every summer ...
... lips ! Yet - yet they seem , as they forbore to smile , And wish'd repose - but only for a while ; But the white shroud , and each extended tress , Long - fair - but spread in utter lifelessness Which , late the sport of every summer ...
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Strana 250 - The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain, Slaves by their own compulsion ! In mad game They burst their manacles and wear the name Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain ! O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour ; But thou nor swell's!
Strana 125 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Strana 26 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Strana 208 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Strana 312 - Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Strana 97 - Her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp ; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent heart — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody...
Strana 169 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Strana 178 - And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.
Strana 124 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Strana 127 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.