New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets and Poetical Translators, Zväzok 3C. and C. Whittingham, 1823 |
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Strana
... beneath Serenade The gale breathes A Morning Salutation . Song - Why ceaseless do I sigh ? Song - Dearest mother Song - Not ruby clear Song - I am wearing away Song - To thy cliffs Song - From thy waves · R. A. Davenport . 263 R. A. ...
... beneath Serenade The gale breathes A Morning Salutation . Song - Why ceaseless do I sigh ? Song - Dearest mother Song - Not ruby clear Song - I am wearing away Song - To thy cliffs Song - From thy waves · R. A. Davenport . 263 R. A. ...
Strana 2
... Beneath each birken shade , on mead or hill . There each trim lass , that skims the milky store , To the swart tribes their creamy bowls allots ; By night they sip it round the cottage door , While airy minstrels warble jocund notes ...
... Beneath each birken shade , on mead or hill . There each trim lass , that skims the milky store , To the swart tribes their creamy bowls allots ; By night they sip it round the cottage door , While airy minstrels warble jocund notes ...
Strana 7
... beneath the showery west , The mighty kings of three fair realms are laid : Once foes , perhaps , together now they rest , No slaves revere them , and no wars invade : Yet frequent now , at midnight's solemn hour , The rifted mounds ...
... beneath the showery west , The mighty kings of three fair realms are laid : Once foes , perhaps , together now they rest , No slaves revere them , and no wars invade : Yet frequent now , at midnight's solemn hour , The rifted mounds ...
Strana 18
... beneath her fatal stamp , Writhed like a wounded dragon in his gore ; Then I reproach'd my fears that would not flee ; ' And soon , ' I said , ' shall Wisdom teach her lore In the low huts of them that toil and groan ! And , conquering ...
... beneath her fatal stamp , Writhed like a wounded dragon in his gore ; Then I reproach'd my fears that would not flee ; ' And soon , ' I said , ' shall Wisdom teach her lore In the low huts of them that toil and groan ! And , conquering ...
Strana 26
... Beneath a Saxon spear to bleed ! * Tintaggel or Tintadgel Castle , where King Arthur is said to have been born , and to have chiefly resided . Some of its huge fragments still remain , on a rocky peninsular cape , of a prodigious ...
... Beneath a Saxon spear to bleed ! * Tintaggel or Tintadgel Castle , where King Arthur is said to have been born , and to have chiefly resided . Some of its huge fragments still remain , on a rocky peninsular cape , of a prodigious ...
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Æneid Anacreon ANNA SEWARD beams beauty BEN JONSON beneath blast bless'd bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH charms cheek cheer courser crown'd Cumnor dear death deep delight dost doth dreams earth fair Fancy fear fire flame flowers fond gale gentle Glastonbury Abbey gloom glory glowing golden grace green groves hail hast hear heart heaven hill Hope hour Ianthe Inchcape Rock King King Arthur light lonely lyre maid Motezuma mourn murmurs Muse Naiads Nature's never night numbers nymph o'er Ovid pale Petrarch plain poison'd R. A. DAVENPORT rage rose round scenes shade shed shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound Spring stranger band stream sweet swell tears tempests thee thine thou train trembling vale vermil voice wake wave weep wild wind wing youth
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Strana 250 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Strana 315 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when...
Strana 313 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Strana 314 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Strana 326 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Strana 330 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Strana 24 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow. BATTLE OF THE BALTIC...
Strana 313 - ... no help, come let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, —...
Strana 327 - Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
Strana 324 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.