New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, المجلد 4 |
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... wandering eyes Of the lone hermit all her charms unfold ? Or , gemm'd with dew , bid her gay florets rise To grace the rustic master of the fold ? Shall these possess her bright , her fragrant store , ELEGANT EXTRACTS . P. VII .
... wandering eyes Of the lone hermit all her charms unfold ? Or , gemm'd with dew , bid her gay florets rise To grace the rustic master of the fold ? Shall these possess her bright , her fragrant store , ELEGANT EXTRACTS . P. VII .
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... wander ; For at the parting close of day , By some lone vagrant rill's meander , Each wandering bee , each chilling wind Would tell the heart that's broken nearly , In them whene'er they roam to find The faults of him I loved so dearly ...
... wander ; For at the parting close of day , By some lone vagrant rill's meander , Each wandering bee , each chilling wind Would tell the heart that's broken nearly , In them whene'er they roam to find The faults of him I loved so dearly ...
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... wandering feet , The chill gale bears my wasting sigh . Each mournful night my footstep calls To ruin'd scenes and tottering aisles ; Where far from Rapture's revel halls , I think on thy deluding smiles . O Mary ! when the bands of ...
... wandering feet , The chill gale bears my wasting sigh . Each mournful night my footstep calls To ruin'd scenes and tottering aisles ; Where far from Rapture's revel halls , I think on thy deluding smiles . O Mary ! when the bands of ...
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... wander in the conscious grove , Nor think how there I wander'd by her side ; In dreams her fancy now can freely rove , Nor hear me talk , nor see my image glide . Yet be she false , her falsehood shall but show How fix'd the firm ...
... wander in the conscious grove , Nor think how there I wander'd by her side ; In dreams her fancy now can freely rove , Nor hear me talk , nor see my image glide . Yet be she false , her falsehood shall but show How fix'd the firm ...
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... wander near our lowly cell , His feeling breast with purer flames shall glow , And , leaving pomp and cares and state behind , Shall own the world has little to bestow Where two fond hearts in equal love are join'd . MRS . BARBAULD ...
... wander near our lowly cell , His feeling breast with purer flames shall glow , And , leaving pomp and cares and state behind , Shall own the world has little to bestow Where two fond hearts in equal love are join'd . MRS . BARBAULD ...
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.