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 57
... blue , with feathers resem- bling roses . See Clandian's fine Poem on that subject , and Marcellus Donatus , who has a short dissertation on the phoenix in his Observations on Tacitus . Annal . Lib . 6. Wesley on Job , and Sir Tho ...
... blue , with feathers resem- bling roses . See Clandian's fine Poem on that subject , and Marcellus Donatus , who has a short dissertation on the phoenix in his Observations on Tacitus . Annal . Lib . 6. Wesley on Job , and Sir Tho ...
Strana 59
... blue , and all below is green . At thy approach , the wild waves ' loud uproar , And foamy surges of the maddening main , Forget to heave their mountains to the shore ; Diffused into the level of the plain . For thee the halcyon builds ...
... blue , and all below is green . At thy approach , the wild waves ' loud uproar , And foamy surges of the maddening main , Forget to heave their mountains to the shore ; Diffused into the level of the plain . For thee the halcyon builds ...
Strana 90
... blue bosom of the main ; And meet , where distant surges rave , A white sail in each foaming wave . Doom'd from each native joy to part , Each dear connexion of the heart , You the poor exile's steps attend , The only undeserting friend ...
... blue bosom of the main ; And meet , where distant surges rave , A white sail in each foaming wave . Doom'd from each native joy to part , Each dear connexion of the heart , You the poor exile's steps attend , The only undeserting friend ...
Strana 104
... blue ; O'er the far extended wood Deep and still the gray mists brood ; While by the hedge and on the grass We brush the vapours as we pass . Still is the air ; the leaves and herbs Not a single breath disturbs , Save that , by fits ...
... blue ; O'er the far extended wood Deep and still the gray mists brood ; While by the hedge and on the grass We brush the vapours as we pass . Still is the air ; the leaves and herbs Not a single breath disturbs , Save that , by fits ...
Strana 134
... blue ; Of all that slumber in the grove , Or playful urge the gossamer's flight , Or down the vale or streamlet move , With whisper soft and pinion light . I court thee , through the glimmering air , When 134 P. V. ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
... blue ; Of all that slumber in the grove , Or playful urge the gossamer's flight , Or down the vale or streamlet move , With whisper soft and pinion light . I court thee , through the glimmering air , When 134 P. V. ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
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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.