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الصفحة 352
Who then those sacred strains can understand , Which calm'd thy father , and our
desperate fears , And charm'd the nimble lightning from his hand , That unawares
it dropt in melting tears ? Thou , thou , dear swain ! thy heav'nly load unfraught ...
Who then those sacred strains can understand , Which calm'd thy father , and our
desperate fears , And charm'd the nimble lightning from his hand , That unawares
it dropt in melting tears ? Thou , thou , dear swain ! thy heav'nly load unfraught ...
الصفحة 133
The dear Associates of his spotless life , inspir'd With holy fervor , and superpal
gifts Descending unallay'd , the sacred charge Important , with pure minds , like
his , obey'd . Then , tell the drowsy and unthinking race Of mortals indolent , with
...
The dear Associates of his spotless life , inspir'd With holy fervor , and superpal
gifts Descending unallay'd , the sacred charge Important , with pure minds , like
his , obey'd . Then , tell the drowsy and unthinking race Of mortals indolent , with
...
الصفحة 223
Immortal these , but of a doubtful birth , And all with man joint sojourners on earth
: Sacred to some bright nymph was every tree , To Naiads brooks , to Nereids all
the sea . By Jove in mercy to her care consign ' d Reason , bright empress ...
Immortal these , but of a doubtful birth , And all with man joint sojourners on earth
: Sacred to some bright nymph was every tree , To Naiads brooks , to Nereids all
the sea . By Jove in mercy to her care consign ' d Reason , bright empress ...
الصفحة 244
Here all my better faculties confine , And be this hour of sacred silence thine . If ,
by the day's illusive scenes misled , My erring soul from virtue's path has stray'd ;
If , by example snar'd , by passion warm'd , Some false delight my giddy sense ...
Here all my better faculties confine , And be this hour of sacred silence thine . If ,
by the day's illusive scenes misled , My erring soul from virtue's path has stray'd ;
If , by example snar'd , by passion warm'd , Some false delight my giddy sense ...
الصفحة 312
Languid and dull , when absent from her cave , No oracles of old the Sibyl gave ;
But when beneath her sacred shrine she stood , Her fury soon confess'd the
coming god ; Her breast began to heave , her eyes to roll , And wondrous visions
...
Languid and dull , when absent from her cave , No oracles of old the Sibyl gave ;
But when beneath her sacred shrine she stood , Her fury soon confess'd the
coming god ; Her breast began to heave , her eyes to roll , And wondrous visions
...
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الصفحة 192 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
الصفحة 249 - How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will, Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!
الصفحة 61 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
الصفحة 23 - And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among : And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay...
الصفحة 147 - Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
الصفحة 184 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...
الصفحة 21 - Now cease, my lute, this is the last Labour, that thou and I shall waste; And ended is that we begun : Now is this song both sung and past; My lute, be still, for I have done.
الصفحة 250 - Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters...
الصفحة 246 - Nature seem'd in love: The lusty sap began to move; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines, The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well dissembled fly; There stood my friend with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.
الصفحة 215 - ... the wood, That warble forth Dame Nature's lays, Thinking your passions understood By your weak accents; what's your praise, When Philomel her voice shall raise? You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own, What are you, when the Rose is blown? So when my Mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not designed Th' eclipse and glory...
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| العنوان | Kentish Poets: A Series of Writers in English Poetry, Natives of Or Residents in the County of Kent; with Specimens of Their Compositions, and Some Account of Their Lives and Writings, المجلدات 1-2 Kentish Poets: A Series of Writers in English Poetry, Natives of Or Residents in the County of Kent; with Specimens of Their Compositions, and Some Account of Their Lives and Writings, Rowland Freeman |
| المؤلف | Rowland Freeman |
| الناشر | G. Wood, 1821 |
| أصلي من | جامعة هارفارد |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 2 تشرين الأول (أكتوبر) 2007 |
| تصدير الاقتباس | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |