Elegant extracts in poetry, المجلد 21816 |
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... wind , All unseen , ' gan passage find ; That the lover , sick to death , Wish'd himself the heaven's breath . Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; - Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack ! my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee ...
... wind , All unseen , ' gan passage find ; That the lover , sick to death , Wish'd himself the heaven's breath . Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; - Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack ! my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee ...
الصفحة 602
... wind , thought , swifter things . Ladies mask'd and unmask'd . Fair ladies mask'd are roses in the bud ; Dismask'd , their damask sweet commixture shown , Are angels vailing clouds , or roses blown . A Lord Chamberlain or Gentleman ...
... wind , thought , swifter things . Ladies mask'd and unmask'd . Fair ladies mask'd are roses in the bud ; Dismask'd , their damask sweet commixture shown , Are angels vailing clouds , or roses blown . A Lord Chamberlain or Gentleman ...
الصفحة 603
... wind doth blow , And coughing drowns the parson's saw ; And birds sit brooding in the snow , And Marian's nose looks red and raw : When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring owl To - whoo ! Tu - whit , to ...
... wind doth blow , And coughing drowns the parson's saw ; And birds sit brooding in the snow , And Marian's nose looks red and raw : When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring owl To - whoo ! Tu - whit , to ...
الصفحة 608
... wind , cooling my broth , Would blow me to an ague , when I thought What harm a wind too great might do at sea . I should not see the sandy hour - glass run , But I should think of shallows and of flats ; And see my wealthy Andrew dock ...
... wind , cooling my broth , Would blow me to an ague , when I thought What harm a wind too great might do at sea . I should not see the sandy hour - glass run , But I should think of shallows and of flats ; And see my wealthy Andrew dock ...
الصفحة 609
... wind about my love with circumstance ; And , out of doubt , you do me now more wrong , In making question of my uttermost , Than if you had made waste of all I have . Then do but say to me what I should do , That in your knowledge may ...
... wind about my love with circumstance ; And , out of doubt , you do me now more wrong , In making question of my uttermost , Than if you had made waste of all I have . Then do but say to me what I should do , That in your knowledge may ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Adam Bell art thou bear beauty behold blood bosom breast breath Britons Brutus busk Cæsar call'd Cato charms cheek Childe Waters cried dead dear death Derry dost doth dreadful e'en e'er Epigram ev'ry eyes fair fair lady fame fate father fear flow'rs fool GARRICK gentle give grace grief hand hath head hear heart Heaven honor Juba king Lady live look lord lov'd maid mind muse ne'er never night noble nymph o'er once passion peace pity play poison'd poor pow'r praise pride prince Prologue quoth Rome round sayd scene seem'd SHAKSPEARE sigh sing sleep smile soft Song sorrow soul speak spleen sweet sword Syphax tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue true Twas twill vex'd virtue weep willow Wilm wind wretched yemen youth Zounds
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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.