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Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the Best English Authors; with Some Original Pieces, Hitherto Unpublished, Том 1Walter Scott J. Ballantyne and Company, 1810 - Всего страниц: 264 |
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... rest , health , heart , life , soul , to sell ; Thus plenty , fulness , sickness , ring their knell . Death weds , and beds them ; first in grave , and then in hell . But , ah ! let me under some Kentish hill , Near rolling Medway ...
... rest , health , heart , life , soul , to sell ; Thus plenty , fulness , sickness , ring their knell . Death weds , and beds them ; first in grave , and then in hell . But , ah ! let me under some Kentish hill , Near rolling Medway ...
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... rest ) Acme lean'd her loving head , Thus the pleas'd Septimus said : " My dearest Acme ! if I be " Once alive , and love not thee " With a passion far above " All that e'er was called love , " In a Lybian desert may " I become some ...
... rest ) Acme lean'd her loving head , Thus the pleas'd Septimus said : " My dearest Acme ! if I be " Once alive , and love not thee " With a passion far above " All that e'er was called love , " In a Lybian desert may " I become some ...
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... move ! A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good , and all that's fair ; Give me but what this ribband bound , Take all the rest the sun goes round . VOL . I. C XV . SLEEP . SIR JOHN DENHAM . MORPHEUS ! 33 Waller,
... move ! A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good , and all that's fair ; Give me but what this ribband bound , Take all the rest the sun goes round . VOL . I. C XV . SLEEP . SIR JOHN DENHAM . MORPHEUS ! 33 Waller,
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... the sky , Converse with stars above , and know ' . All nature in its forms below ; The rest it seeks , in seeking dies , And doubts , at last , for knowledge rise Lovely , lasting peace , appear ! This world itself 43 On Thomson's Seasons,
... the sky , Converse with stars above , and know ' . All nature in its forms below ; The rest it seeks , in seeking dies , And doubts , at last , for knowledge rise Lovely , lasting peace , appear ! This world itself 43 On Thomson's Seasons,
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... be there to crown the rest . Oh ! by yonder mossy seat , In my hours of sweet retreat , Might I thus my soul employ , With sense of gratitude and joy : Raised as ancient prophets were , In heavenly vision , 44 The Evening Primrose,
... be there to crown the rest . Oh ! by yonder mossy seat , In my hours of sweet retreat , Might I thus my soul employ , With sense of gratitude and joy : Raised as ancient prophets were , In heavenly vision , 44 The Evening Primrose,
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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.