The chaplet, poems, partly original and partly selected1805 |
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الصفحة 8
... lips , and damask cheeks , And eyes of glossy blue . Oh ! have you seen a lily pale , When beating rains descend ? So droop'd the slow - consuming maid , Her life now near its end . By Lucy warn'd , of flattering swains Take heed , ye ...
... lips , and damask cheeks , And eyes of glossy blue . Oh ! have you seen a lily pale , When beating rains descend ? So droop'd the slow - consuming maid , Her life now near its end . By Lucy warn'd , of flattering swains Take heed , ye ...
الصفحة 21
... lips , no curses hung , Though mournful , mild was my complaint . And I was forc'd by cruel power To leave the scenes I held most dear ; O ! ' twas indeed a trying hour ! Yet all my language was - A TEAR . And I bave known the youth I ...
... lips , no curses hung , Though mournful , mild was my complaint . And I was forc'd by cruel power To leave the scenes I held most dear ; O ! ' twas indeed a trying hour ! Yet all my language was - A TEAR . And I bave known the youth I ...
الصفحة 25
... lip , yet still Unnumber'd graces deck'd her , and look'd forth At every feature - thro ' her rags there shone The wreck of better days . " Alas ! " said 1 , ( While my tears fell , and my looks follow'd her ) " Poor loveliness ! these ...
... lip , yet still Unnumber'd graces deck'd her , and look'd forth At every feature - thro ' her rags there shone The wreck of better days . " Alas ! " said 1 , ( While my tears fell , and my looks follow'd her ) " Poor loveliness ! these ...
الصفحة 59
... lip and watery eye Tell me , the rising storm is nigh ; ' Tis then , thou art yon angry main , Deform'd by winds , and dash'd by rain ; And the poor sailor , that must try Its fury , labours less then I. Shipwreck'd , in vain to land I ...
... lip and watery eye Tell me , the rising storm is nigh ; ' Tis then , thou art yon angry main , Deform'd by winds , and dash'd by rain ; And the poor sailor , that must try Its fury , labours less then I. Shipwreck'd , in vain to land I ...
الصفحة 115
... lips the trembling accents die . O'er her fair face what wild emotions play ! What lights and shades in sweet confusion blend ! Soon shall they fly , glad harbingers of day , And settled sunshine on her soul descend . Ah ! soon , thine ...
... lips the trembling accents die . O'er her fair face what wild emotions play ! What lights and shades in sweet confusion blend ! Soon shall they fly , glad harbingers of day , And settled sunshine on her soul descend . Ah ! soon , thine ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
art thou beams beauty Beauty's beneath blast bless blest blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow charms cheek clasp'd cotton grass Croesus dear death delight despair dread drest dwell ev'ry Fanny blooming fair fate fear feel flow flowers fond form'd gale gentle glow grace grave grief hand happy hard fate hast hear heart Heav'n hope hour lady lips lov'd lyre maid Mary morn ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pang passions peace Pity poor pow'r praise pride rage rais'd rapture rest rise round shade sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spring swain sweet sweet sensation swell tear tempests tender thee thine thou thro trembling Twas vale virgin's first love virtue voice vows waves wild wild passion willow wind winding sheet wing youth
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الصفحة 18 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun,' Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry...
الصفحة 16 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
الصفحة 176 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
الصفحة 14 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
الصفحة 87 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song: And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
الصفحة 19 - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. " Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And...
الصفحة 163 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
الصفحة 40 - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is ; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
الصفحة 176 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, My Mary!
الصفحة 17 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.