New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, المجلد 4 |
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... thee alone Attempts , alas ! to find in many . Then fare thee well , deceitful maid , " Twere vain and fruitless to regret thee ; Nor hope nor memory yield their aid , But pride may teach me to forget thee . Yet all this giddy waste of ...
... thee alone Attempts , alas ! to find in many . Then fare thee well , deceitful maid , " Twere vain and fruitless to regret thee ; Nor hope nor memory yield their aid , But pride may teach me to forget thee . Yet all this giddy waste of ...
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... thee not ! When late I saw thy favourite child , I thought my jealous heart would break , But when the ' unconscious infant smiled , I kiss'd it for its mother's sake . I kiss'd it — and repress'd my sighs , Its father in its face to ...
... thee not ! When late I saw thy favourite child , I thought my jealous heart would break , But when the ' unconscious infant smiled , I kiss'd it for its mother's sake . I kiss'd it — and repress'd my sighs , Its father in its face to ...
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... thee in my last adieu ; Yet wish I not those eyes to weep For him that wanders o'er the deep ; Though wheresoe'er my bark may run , I love but thee , I love but one . LORD BYRON . ELEGY . TO LAURA . YET once again , in yonder myrtle ...
... thee in my last adieu ; Yet wish I not those eyes to weep For him that wanders o'er the deep ; Though wheresoe'er my bark may run , I love but thee , I love but one . LORD BYRON . ELEGY . TO LAURA . YET once again , in yonder myrtle ...
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... Thee , Laura , thee , by fount or mazy stream , Or thicket rude , unpress'd by human feet , I sigh , unheeded , to the moon's pale beam ; Thee , Laura , thee the echoing hills repeat . Oh ! long of billows wild and winds the sport ...
... Thee , Laura , thee , by fount or mazy stream , Or thicket rude , unpress'd by human feet , I sigh , unheeded , to the moon's pale beam ; Thee , Laura , thee the echoing hills repeat . Oh ! long of billows wild and winds the sport ...
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... thee ? Not so ! I dread the elemental war , Too soon , too soon the calm , deceitful , flies ; I hear the blast come whistling from afar , I see the tempest gathering in the skies . Yet let the tempest roar ! -love scorns all harms , I ...
... thee ? Not so ! I dread the elemental war , Too soon , too soon the calm , deceitful , flies ; I hear the blast come whistling from afar , I see the tempest gathering in the skies . Yet let the tempest roar ! -love scorns all harms , I ...
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.