New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, المجلد 3 |
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... never look with pity's kind concern , But instant , furious , raise the whelming flood O'er its drown'd banks , forbidding all return ! Or , if he meditate his wish'd escape To some dim hill that seems uprising near , To his faint eye ...
... never look with pity's kind concern , But instant , furious , raise the whelming flood O'er its drown'd banks , forbidding all return ! Or , if he meditate his wish'd escape To some dim hill that seems uprising near , To his faint eye ...
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... never dare Even whisper to the idle air ; Rites that have chain'd old Ocean on his bed . Shiver'd by thy piercing glance , Pointless falls the hero's lance . Thy magic bids the imperial eagle fly * , And blasts the laureate wreath of ...
... never dare Even whisper to the idle air ; Rites that have chain'd old Ocean on his bed . Shiver'd by thy piercing glance , Pointless falls the hero's lance . Thy magic bids the imperial eagle fly * , And blasts the laureate wreath of ...
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... never woodman trod , How oft , pursuing fancies holy , My moonlight way o'er flowering weeds I wound , Inspired , beyond the guess of folly , By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound ! O , ye loud waves , and O , ye 16 P. V. ...
... never woodman trod , How oft , pursuing fancies holy , My moonlight way o'er flowering weeds I wound , Inspired , beyond the guess of folly , By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound ! O , ye loud waves , and O , ye 16 P. V. ...
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... Never yet in rhyme enroll'd , Nor sung nor harp'd in hall or bower ; Which , in my youth's full early flower , A minstrel , sprung of Cornish line , Who spoke of kings from old Locrine , Taught me to chant , one vernal dawn , Deep in a ...
... Never yet in rhyme enroll'd , Nor sung nor harp'd in hall or bower ; Which , in my youth's full early flower , A minstrel , sprung of Cornish line , Who spoke of kings from old Locrine , Taught me to chant , one vernal dawn , Deep in a ...
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... never thoroughly subdued by the Mexicans . Tlascala was a powerful neighbour- ing republic , the rival of Mexico . + Alluding to the dissensions which ensued among the Spa- niards after the conquest of America . A MELOLOGUE * . ( STRAIN ...
... never thoroughly subdued by the Mexicans . Tlascala was a powerful neighbour- ing republic , the rival of Mexico . + Alluding to the dissensions which ensued among the Spa- niards after the conquest of America . A MELOLOGUE * . ( STRAIN ...
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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 dark dear death deep delight dreams earth fair fairy Fancy fire flame flowers fond gale gentle Glastonbury Abbey gloom glory glow golden grace green grief groves hail hast hear heart heaven hill Hope hour Ianthe King King Arthur Lesbia light lone lyre maid Motezuma mourn murmurs Muse Musidora Naiads Nature's night numbers nymph o'er Old Matlock Ovid pale pensive Petrarch plain poison'd R. A. DAVENPORT rage rapture rills round scenes shade shed shine sighs sing sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound Spring storm stranger band stream sweet swell tears thee thine thou train trembling vale vermil voice wake warbling wave wild wind wing youth
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الصفحة 315 - 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 313 - 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 314 - 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 251 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free; Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all th' adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
الصفحة 330 - 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 313 - ... 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 326 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
الصفحة 24 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
الصفحة 327 - Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint 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.
الصفحة 316 - I know that all the muse's heavenly lays, With toil of sprite which are so dearly bought, As idle sounds, of few or none are sought, That there is nothing lighter than mere praise.