The Poetical Works of William FalconerW. Pickering, 1836 - 236 strán (strany) |
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Strana 22
... flame his bosom fed : Nor let the wretched slaves of folly scorn This genuine passion , nature's eldest born ! " Twas his with lasting anguish to complain , While blooming Anna mourn'd the cause in vain , Graceful of form , by nature ...
... flame his bosom fed : Nor let the wretched slaves of folly scorn This genuine passion , nature's eldest born ! " Twas his with lasting anguish to complain , While blooming Anna mourn'd the cause in vain , Graceful of form , by nature ...
Strana 23
... flame . With grief and anger struggling in his breast , Palemon's father heard the tale confest ; Long had he listen'd with suspicion's ear , And learnt , sagacious , this event to fear . Too well , fair youth ! thy liberal heart he ...
... flame . With grief and anger struggling in his breast , Palemon's father heard the tale confest ; Long had he listen'd with suspicion's ear , And learnt , sagacious , this event to fear . Too well , fair youth ! thy liberal heart he ...
Strana 24
... flame of ardent love . The merchant , kindling then with proud disdain , In look , and voice , assumed a harsher strain . In absence now his only hope remain'd ; And such the stern decree his will ordain'd : Deep anguish , while Palemon ...
... flame of ardent love . The merchant , kindling then with proud disdain , In look , and voice , assumed a harsher strain . In absence now his only hope remain'd ; And such the stern decree his will ordain'd : Deep anguish , while Palemon ...
Strana 30
... flame of love : She strove in vain ; subdued by charms divine , My soul a victim fell at beauty's shrine . Oft from the din of bustling life I stray'd , In happier scenes to see my lovely maid ; Fulloft , where Thames his wandering ...
... flame of love : She strove in vain ; subdued by charms divine , My soul a victim fell at beauty's shrine . Oft from the din of bustling life I stray'd , In happier scenes to see my lovely maid ; Fulloft , where Thames his wandering ...
Strana 68
... flame , And central thunders rend his groaning frame- Accumulated mischiefs thus arise , And fate , vindictive , all their skill defies : For this , one remedy is only known , From the torn ship her metal must be thrown ; Eventful task ...
... flame , And central thunders rend his groaning frame- Accumulated mischiefs thus arise , And fate , vindictive , all their skill defies : For this , one remedy is only known , From the torn ship her metal must be thrown ; Eventful task ...
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The Poetical Works of William Falconer: With a Life William Falconer,John Mitford Úplné zobrazenie - 1854 |
The Poetical Works of William Falconer: With a Life William Falconer,John Mitford Úplné zobrazenie - 1863 |
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Strana 130 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Strana 130 - That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude. And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, • Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down ! 30 Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Strana 237 - Bourne's (Vincent) Poetical Works, Latin and English, with Life of the Author, edited by the Rev. J. Mitford. Fcp. 8vo. 5s. Poems, by Sir Henry Wotton, Sir Walter Raleigh, and others; edited by the Rev. John Hannah, late Fellow of Lincoln College, Oxford, fcp.
Strana 238 - A Short and Plain Instruction for the better Understanding of the Lord's Supper ; to which is annexed, the Office of the Holy Communion, with proper Helps and Directions. 'By Thomas Wilson, DD, late Lord Bishop of Sodor and Man.
Strana 120 - Palemon rescued from the wreck ; Take it, and say, when panting in the wave, I struggled life and this alone to save ! — " My soul, that fluttering hastens to be free, Would yet a train of thoughts impart to thee...
Strana 90 - While, dashed apart by her dividing prow, Like burning adamant the waters glow; Her joints forget their firm elastic tone, Her long keel trembles, and her timbers groan : Upheaved behind her in tremendous height The billows frown, with fearful radiance bright; Now quivering o'er the topmost wave she rides, While deep beneath th...
Strana 32 - The' impatient wish that never feels repose, Desire that with perpetual current flows, The fluctuating pangs of hope and fear, Joy distant still, and sorrow ever near. Thus, while the pangs of thought severer grew, The western breezes inauspicious blew, Hastening the moment of our last adieu.
Strana 115 - Alas ! these rocks all human skill defy; Who strikes them once, beyond relief must die : And now sore wounded, thou perhaps art tost On these, or in some oozy cavern lost...
Strana 54 - Olympus' throne; For oft, alas ! their venal Strains adorn The Prince, whom blushing Virtue holds in scorn : Still ROME and GREECE record his endless fame, And hence yon mountain yet retains his name.
Strana xxv - Little did my mother think, That day she cradled me, What land I was to travel in, Or what death I should die...