New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets and Poetical Translators, المجلد 3C. and C. Whittingham, 1823 |
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الصفحة ii
... hills ! R. A. Davenport . 148 To Sleep . R. A. Davenport . 152 Ode - Let the sons of Lucre . Rev. G. Huddisford . 153 Amatory Ode Rev. G. Huddisford . 156 • To the Naiad of Glympton Brook Rev. G.Huddisford . 158 To the River Derwent To ...
... hills ! R. A. Davenport . 148 To Sleep . R. A. Davenport . 152 Ode - Let the sons of Lucre . Rev. G. Huddisford . 153 Amatory Ode Rev. G. Huddisford . 156 • To the Naiad of Glympton Brook Rev. G.Huddisford . 158 To the River Derwent To ...
الصفحة 2
... 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 . There every herd , by sad experience ...
... 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 . There every herd , by sad experience ...
الصفحة 5
... hill that seems uprising near , To his faint eye the grim and grisly shape , In all its terrors clad , shall wild appear . Meantime the watery surge shall round him rise , Pour'd sudden forth from every swelling source ! What now ...
... hill that seems uprising near , To his faint eye the grim and grisly shape , In all its terrors clad , shall wild appear . Meantime the watery surge shall round him rise , Pour'd sudden forth from every swelling source ! What now ...
الصفحة 9
... hill or lowly moor , To him I love your kind protection lend , And , touch'd with love like mine , preserve my absent friend ! • Three rivers in Scotland . COLLINS . + Valleys . Ben Jonson paid a visit on foot , in 1619 , to the ...
... hill or lowly moor , To him I love your kind protection lend , And , touch'd with love like mine , preserve my absent friend ! • Three rivers in Scotland . COLLINS . + Valleys . Ben Jonson paid a visit on foot , in 1619 , to the ...
الصفحة 12
... hills advance the long - drawn funeral train . II . 1 . Thou spakest , and lo ! a new creation glow'd . Each unhewn mass of naked stone Was clad in horrors not its own , And at its base the trembling nations bow'd . Giant Error , darkly ...
... hills advance the long - drawn funeral train . II . 1 . Thou spakest , and lo ! a new creation glow'd . Each unhewn mass of naked stone Was clad in horrors not its own , And at its base the trembling nations bow'd . Giant Error , darkly ...
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Anacreon ANNA SEWARD beams beauty beneath blast bless'd bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH charms cheek cheer courser crown'd Cumnor dark dear death deep delight dost doth dreams earth fair fairy Fancy fire flame flowers fond gale gentle Glastonbury Abbey gloom glory glowing golden grace green groves hail hast hath hear heart heaven hill Hope hour Ianthe Inchcape Rock King King Arthur light lonely lyre maid Motezuma mourn Muse Musidora Naiads Nature's night numbers nymph o'er Ovid pale Petrarch plain R. A. DAVENPORT rage rapture rills round scenes shade shed shine sighs silent sing sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound Spring storm stranger band stream sweet swell tears tempests thee thine thou train vale vermil voice wake wave weep wild wind wing youth
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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, —...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.