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 5
... o'er fen and lake , He glows to draw you downward to your death , In his bewitch'd , low , marshy , willow brake : What though far off , from some dark dell espied , His glimmering mazes cheer the'excursive sight , Yet turn , ye ...
... o'er fen and lake , He glows to draw you downward to your death , In his bewitch'd , low , marshy , willow brake : What though far off , from some dark dell espied , His glimmering mazes cheer the'excursive sight , Yet turn , ye ...
Strana 9
... o'er your stretching heaths , by Fancy led : Or o'er your mountains creep in awful gloom ! Then will I dress once more the faded bower Where Jonson + satin Drummond's classic shade ; Or crop , from Tiviotdale , each lyric flower , And ...
... o'er your stretching heaths , by Fancy led : Or o'er your mountains creep in awful gloom ! Then will I dress once more the faded bower Where Jonson + satin Drummond's classic shade ; Or crop , from Tiviotdale , each lyric flower , And ...
Strana 14
... o'er , The holy harpings charm no more . In vain she checks the god's control ; His madding spirit fills her frame , And moulds the features of her soul , Breathing a prophetic flame . The cavern frowns ; its hundred mouths unclose ...
... o'er , The holy harpings charm no more . In vain she checks the god's control ; His madding spirit fills her frame , And moulds the features of her soul , Breathing a prophetic flame . The cavern frowns ; its hundred mouths unclose ...
Strana 16
... o'er thy baneful reign ? Grim Darkness furls her leaden shroud , Shrinking from her glance in vain . Her touch unlocks the dayspring from above , And lo ! it visits man with beams of light and love . ROGERS . FRANCE . YE clouds ! that ...
... o'er thy baneful reign ? Grim Darkness furls her leaden shroud , Shrinking from her glance in vain . Her touch unlocks the dayspring from above , And lo ! it visits man with beams of light and love . ROGERS . FRANCE . YE clouds ! that ...
Strana 17
... o'er all her hills and groves ; Yet still my voice unalter'd sang defeat To all that braved the tyrant - quelling lance , And shame too long delay'd , and vain retreat ! For ne'er , O Liberty ! with partial aim I dimm'd thy light , or ...
... o'er all her hills and groves ; Yet still my voice unalter'd sang defeat To all that braved the tyrant - quelling lance , And shame too long delay'd , and vain retreat ! For ne'er , O Liberty ! with partial aim I dimm'd thy light , or ...
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Strana 313 - 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 311 - 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 325 - 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. Her face was...
Strana 328 - 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; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Strana 312 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Strana 311 - ... 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 328 - 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 16 - Woods ! that listen to the night-birds singing, Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclined, Save when your own imperious branches swinging, Have made a solemn music of the wind ! Where, like a man beloved of God, Through glooms, which never woodman trod...
Strana 74 - Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat, With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn...
Strana 306 - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.