English Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the Best English Authors; with Some Original Pieces, Hitherto Unpublished, Том 1Walter Scott J. Ballantyne and Company, 1810 - Всего страниц: 264 |
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... her awful voice , Silent and pale , in wild amazement hung . Yet he , the bard who first invoked thy name , Disdained in Marathon its power to feel : Line 18th , Eschylus . For not alone he nursed the poet's flame , But 76.
... her awful voice , Silent and pale , in wild amazement hung . Yet he , the bard who first invoked thy name , Disdained in Marathon its power to feel : Line 18th , Eschylus . For not alone he nursed the poet's flame , But 76.
Стр. 77
... flame , But reached from virtue's hand the patriot's steel . But who is he whom later garlands grace , Who left a while o'er Hybla's dews to rove , With trembling eyes thy dreary steps to trace , Where thou and furies shared the baleful ...
... flame , But reached from virtue's hand the patriot's steel . But who is he whom later garlands grace , Who left a while o'er Hybla's dews to rove , With trembling eyes thy dreary steps to trace , Where thou and furies shared the baleful ...
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... flame ! Fresh to that soil thou turn'st , where every vale Shall prompt the poet , and his song demand : To thee thy copious subjects ne'er shall fail ; Thou need'st but take thy pencil to thy hand , And paint what all believe , who own ...
... flame ! Fresh to that soil thou turn'st , where every vale Shall prompt the poet , and his song demand : To thee thy copious subjects ne'er shall fail ; Thou need'st but take thy pencil to thy hand , And paint what all believe , who own ...
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... flames Then bear , an offering at ambition's shrine ; Whate'er thy ancient patriots dared demand From furious John's , or faithless Charles's hand , Or what great William seal'd for his adopted line . But if thy sons be worthy of their ...
... flames Then bear , an offering at ambition's shrine ; Whate'er thy ancient patriots dared demand From furious John's , or faithless Charles's hand , Or what great William seal'd for his adopted line . But if thy sons be worthy of their ...
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... flames , and murdering steel ! The pious mother , doomed to death , Forsaken , wanders o'er the heath ; The bleak wind whistles round her head , Her helpless orphans cry for bread : Bereft of shelter , food , and friend , She views the ...
... flames , and murdering steel ! The pious mother , doomed to death , Forsaken , wanders o'er the heath ; The bleak wind whistles round her head , Her helpless orphans cry for bread : Bereft of shelter , food , and friend , She views the ...
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Стр. 84 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, 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, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Стр. 210 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For Nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Стр. 89 - There must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill; Tis Fancy's land to which thou sett'st thy feet; Where still, 'tis said, the fairy people meet, Beneath each birken shade, on mead or hill. There, each trim lass, that skims the milky store, To the swart tribes their creamy bowls allots ; By night they sip it round the cottage door, While airy minstrels warble jocund notes.
Стр. 22 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights, Wherein you spend your folly : There's nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy...
Стр. 217 - No sedge-crowned sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend...
Стр. 65 - TIMELY blossom, Infant fair, Fondling of a happy pair, Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight, Sleeping, waking, still at ease, Pleasing, without skill to please ; Little gossip, blithe and hale, Tattling many a broken tale, Singing many a tuneless song, Lavish of a heedless tongue ; Simple maiden, void of art, Babbling out the very heart, Yet...
Стр. 89 - But think far off how, on the southern coast, I met thy friendship with an equal flame!
Стр. 90 - These are the themes of simple, sure effect, That add new conquests to her boundless reign, And fill, with double force, her heart-commanding strain.
Стр. 43 - The silent heart, which grief assails, Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales, Sees daisies open, rivers run, And seeks (as I have vainly done) Amusing thought ; but learns to know That solitude 's the nurse of woe.
Стр. 40 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. Be fair or foul, or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.