New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets and Poetical Translators, Том 3C. and C. Whittingham, 1823 |
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... heaven of grandeur soar ; Or stoop to wail the swain that is no more ! Ah , homely swains ! your homeward steps ne'er lose : By young Aurora Collins undoubtedly meant the first ap- pearance of the northern lights , which happened about ...
... heaven of grandeur soar ; Or stoop to wail the swain that is no more ! Ah , homely swains ! your homeward steps ne'er lose : By young Aurora Collins undoubtedly meant the first ap- pearance of the northern lights , which happened about ...
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... Ode . In the Vedas , or sacred writings of the Hindoos , it is written , She who dies with her husband shall live for ever with him in heaven . ' O'ershadowing Scotia's desert coast , The sisters sail in dusky ODES . 11.
... Ode . In the Vedas , or sacred writings of the Hindoos , it is written , She who dies with her husband shall live for ever with him in heaven . ' O'ershadowing Scotia's desert coast , The sisters sail in dusky ODES . 11.
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... Heaven , adulterous , blind , And patriot only in pernicious toils ! Are these thy boasts , champion of humankind : To mix with kings in the low lust of sway , Yell in the hunt , and share the murderous prey ; To ' insult the shrine of ...
... Heaven , adulterous , blind , And patriot only in pernicious toils ! Are these thy boasts , champion of humankind : To mix with kings in the low lust of sway , Yell in the hunt , and share the murderous prey ; To ' insult the shrine of ...
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... Heaven's favour'd hills appear at last ! Object of our holy vow , We tread the Tyrian valleys now . From Carmel's almond - shaded steep We feel the cheering fragrance creep : O'er Engaddi's shrubs of balm Waves the date - empurpled palm ...
... Heaven's favour'd hills appear at last ! Object of our holy vow , We tread the Tyrian valleys now . From Carmel's almond - shaded steep We feel the cheering fragrance creep : O'er Engaddi's shrubs of balm Waves the date - empurpled palm ...
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... Heaven's lightning , sacredly destroys . Nor , Music , through thy breathing sphere Lives there a sound more grateful to the ear Of Him who made all harmony Than the bless'd sound of fetters breaking , And the first hymn that man ...
... Heaven's lightning , sacredly destroys . Nor , Music , through thy breathing sphere Lives there a sound more grateful to the ear Of Him who made all harmony Than the bless'd sound of fetters breaking , And the first hymn that man ...
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Стр. 313 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when...
Стр. 311 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 325 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Стр. 328 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire: These ears alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Стр. 312 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Стр. 311 - ... no help, come let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, —...
Стр. 328 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Стр. 16 - Woods ! that listen to the night-birds singing, Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclined, Save when your own imperious branches swinging, Have made a solemn music of the wind ! Where, like a man beloved of God, Through glooms, which never woodman trod...
Стр. 74 - Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat, With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn...
Стр. 306 - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.