New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, المجلد 4 |
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... heads To cold Aquarius ' watery skies ; Retire ! retire ! These tepid airs Are not the genial brood of May ; That sun with light malignant glares , And flatters only to betray . Stern Winter's reign is not yet pass'd— Lo ! while your ...
... heads To cold Aquarius ' watery skies ; Retire ! retire ! These tepid airs Are not the genial brood of May ; That sun with light malignant glares , And flatters only to betray . Stern Winter's reign is not yet pass'd— Lo ! while your ...
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... , whose ringlets spread O'er my fair neck , the honours of my head , Cease the neat labours of my hand to know ; Ill suits the care of elegance with woe ! Why did not Nature , when she gave to charm ELEGIES , AMATORY AND MISCELLANEOUS . 21.
... , whose ringlets spread O'er my fair neck , the honours of my head , Cease the neat labours of my hand to know ; Ill suits the care of elegance with woe ! Why did not Nature , when she gave to charm ELEGIES , AMATORY AND MISCELLANEOUS . 21.
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... head . When at my feet entranced my lover lay , And pour'd in tender sighs his soul away , Fond , foolish heart ! to think the tale divine ! Why started not my hands when press'd in thine ? Too well remembrance paints the fatal hour ...
... head . When at my feet entranced my lover lay , And pour'd in tender sighs his soul away , Fond , foolish heart ! to think the tale divine ! Why started not my hands when press'd in thine ? Too well remembrance paints the fatal hour ...
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... head , And mournful cypress shade the hallow'd space , Where Maia sleeps in peace , lock'd in death's cold embrace . And thou , if chance should guide thee near And bend thy steps to Maia's bier , False youth ! wilt thou suppress the ...
... head , And mournful cypress shade the hallow'd space , Where Maia sleeps in peace , lock'd in death's cold embrace . And thou , if chance should guide thee near And bend thy steps to Maia's bier , False youth ! wilt thou suppress the ...
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... head , in grief declined , Wistful I raise to watch the journeying sun ; Sigh as I mark the distance yet behind , And bid his westering wheels more swiftly run . Then fondly kind in visionary charms Propitious night my Delia may restore ...
... head , in grief declined , Wistful I raise to watch the journeying sun ; Sigh as I mark the distance yet behind , And bid his westering wheels more swiftly run . Then fondly kind in visionary charms Propitious night my Delia may restore ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
adieu beams beauty beguile beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom cold bower breast breath bright CHARLOTTE SMITH charm cheek cheer dark dear death despair dream e'er ELEGY eyes fade fair Fair city Fancy farewell fate feel flame flowers fond gale gay nature gentle gloom glow grace grave grief grove hast hear heart Heaven honours hope HOTWELLS hour hour of victory life's lips lonely LORD BYRON love restore love's Lover Lycidas lyre Maid with bosom mind Monody morn mourn Muse Naiad ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pangs pass'd peace pity pride rapture rill rise round scenes scorn shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song soothe sorrows soul spring strain stream sweet tear tempest tender thee thine thou thought tomb Twas vale virtue voice wake wandering wave weep wild winds youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 170 - Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart ; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
الصفحة 193 - Ay me, I fondly dream, 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 172 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
الصفحة 195 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
الصفحة 198 - Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
الصفحة 197 - Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold ; Look homeward, angel, now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
الصفحة 197 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, 180 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
الصفحة 193 - O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return! Thee, Shepherd, thee the Woods, and desert Caves, With wild Thyme and the gadding Vine o'ergrown, And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays.
الصفحة 170 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
الصفحة 126 - Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.