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الصفحة 619
I Aow in grief , the smallest twine may lead me . Innocence discovered by
Countenance . Counsel of no Weight in Misery . - I have mark ' d I pray ihee ,
cease thy counsel , A thousand blushing apparitions Which falls into my ears as
profitless ...
I Aow in grief , the smallest twine may lead me . Innocence discovered by
Countenance . Counsel of no Weight in Misery . - I have mark ' d I pray ihee ,
cease thy counsel , A thousand blushing apparitions Which falls into my ears as
profitless ...
الصفحة 645
Which the brain makes of fumes : our very | Real Grief . eyes Good faith , Seems ,
madam ! nay , it is : I know not seems Are sometimes like our judgements , blind .
/ ' Tis not alone my inky cloak , good mother , I tremble still with fear : but if there ...
Which the brain makes of fumes : our very | Real Grief . eyes Good faith , Seems ,
madam ! nay , it is : I know not seems Are sometimes like our judgements , blind .
/ ' Tis not alone my inky cloak , good mother , I tremble still with fear : but if there ...
الصفحة 666
grief ? I am not mad : too well , too well I feel Have you the heart ? when your
head did The diff ' rent plague of each calamity . but ake , Apostrophe to Death . I
knit my handkerchief about your brows ( The best I had , a princess wrought it me
) ...
grief ? I am not mad : too well , too well I feel Have you the heart ? when your
head did The diff ' rent plague of each calamity . but ake , Apostrophe to Death . I
knit my handkerchief about your brows ( The best I had , a princess wrought it me
) ...
الصفحة 757
Adonis ' s Garden . bend ' Gainst fort of reason , it to overthrowe : But were it not
that Time their troubler is , | Wrath , jealousy , grief , love , this ' squire have All
that in this delightful garden grows laid thus lowe . Should happy be , and have ...
Adonis ' s Garden . bend ' Gainst fort of reason , it to overthrowe : But were it not
that Time their troubler is , | Wrath , jealousy , grief , love , this ' squire have All
that in this delightful garden grows laid thus lowe . Should happy be , and have ...
الصفحة 1009
As for grief to be taken aback : She , merry gossip , mix ' d a cup That same little
cherub that sits up aloft Of tipple right divine , Will look out a good birth for Poor
Jack . To keep love ' s flagging spirits up , And Helen drank it every sup : This ...
As for grief to be taken aback : She , merry gossip , mix ' d a cup That same little
cherub that sits up aloft Of tipple right divine , Will look out a good birth for Poor
Jack . To keep love ' s flagging spirits up , And Helen drank it every sup : This ...
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الصفحة 790 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
الصفحة 745 - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
الصفحة 640 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
الصفحة 631 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
الصفحة 589 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
الصفحة 662 - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, , Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
الصفحة 664 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: — Look, in this place, ran Cassius...
الصفحة 643 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
الصفحة 745 - Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?
الصفحة 661 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | Elegant extracts in poetry, المجلد 2 Elegant extracts in poetry, Elegant extracts |
| المؤلف | Elegant extracts |
| المُحرر | Vicesimus Knox |
| منشور | 1816 |
| أصلي من | جامعة أوكسفورد |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 11 نيسان (إبريل) 2006 |
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