The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, المجلد 71804 |
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... night , " His Archer ? Not a line on't right ! " I thought I heard fome hiffes . " Good God ! if Billy Mills , thought I , " Or Billy Havard would but try , “ They'd beat him all to pieces . VII . " ' Twas prudent though to drop his ...
... night , " His Archer ? Not a line on't right ! " I thought I heard fome hiffes . " Good God ! if Billy Mills , thought I , " Or Billy Havard would but try , “ They'd beat him all to pieces . VII . " ' Twas prudent though to drop his ...
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... night growing late , She refted her wheel within Burlington gate . My lady rofe up , as the faw her come in , " Oho , madam Genius ! pray where have you been ? " ( For her ladyfhip thought , from fo ferious an air , Twas Genius come ...
... night growing late , She refted her wheel within Burlington gate . My lady rofe up , as the faw her come in , " Oho , madam Genius ! pray where have you been ? " ( For her ladyfhip thought , from fo ferious an air , Twas Genius come ...
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... night , a Glow - worm , proud and vain , Contemplating her glitt'ring train , Cry'd , Sure there never was in nature So elegant , fo fine a creature . All other infects , that I fee , The frugal ant , industrious bee , Or filk - worm ...
... night , a Glow - worm , proud and vain , Contemplating her glitt'ring train , Cry'd , Sure there never was in nature So elegant , fo fine a creature . All other infects , that I fee , The frugal ant , industrious bee , Or filk - worm ...
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... night , with reftlefs car , She fpun her web , and wove her fnar . Within the limits of her reign , Lay many a ... nights : What is to me your hoard of charm ? The whitenefs of your neck and arrs ? Needs there no acquifition more , To ...
... night , with reftlefs car , She fpun her web , and wove her fnar . Within the limits of her reign , Lay many a ... nights : What is to me your hoard of charm ? The whitenefs of your neck and arrs ? Needs there no acquifition more , To ...
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... No friend , by cordial bonds ally'd , Shall feek thy cold , unfocial fide ; No chirping prattlers , to delight Shall turn the long - enduring night ; No bride her words of balm impart , And warm D 2 MOORE'S 19 POEM 3 .
... No friend , by cordial bonds ally'd , Shall feek thy cold , unfocial fide ; No chirping prattlers , to delight Shall turn the long - enduring night ; No bride her words of balm impart , And warm D 2 MOORE'S 19 POEM 3 .
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleft blifs bloom bofom breaft charms defire diftant DIONE ECLOGUE erft ev'n eyes FABLE facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fcorn fecret feek feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhine fhore fhould fide figh fing fire firft fkies flain flame fleep fmile foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpread fpring ftill ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell grace grove guife hand heart heaven honour hour juft laft lefs loft lov'd LYCIDAS lyre maid mind Mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pain PARTHENIA plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride rage reafon reft rife rofe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſky ſtate ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toil tongue train Twas vale vex'd virtue whofe whoſe youth
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الصفحة 278 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
الصفحة 276 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
الصفحة 281 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy ; Of horror that...
الصفحة 60 - 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 278 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
الصفحة 279 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
الصفحة 278 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
الصفحة 282 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
الصفحة 278 - To thee he gave the heavenly birth, And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged Nurse ! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore : What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others
الصفحة 68 - The royal lover bore her from the plain ; Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain: Oft, as she went, she backward turn'd her view, And bade that crook and bleating flock adieu. Fair, happy maid ! to other...