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amid ancient banks beam beat beauteous behold bells beneath breast bright cheer cold dark death deep delight distant dost dreams early earth fading fair fall fearful feel forget green grey hand hard hast head hear heard heart hills hope HOWARD human land leaves life's lift light lonely look lov'd mark MATLOCK meet mind morn mournful murmuring musick musing never night o'er o’er once pain pale past peace pity plain poor rejoice rest rise river rocks round sail scenes seems shade shadows shore sickness side sigh sight silent sing slow smile song SONNET soon soothe sorrow sounds spirit spring storm stream sweet tear tender thee thine thou thought tide turn vale views virtue voice wander wasted wave weary Whilst wild winds woods WRITTEN youth
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177. oldal - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year, most part, deform'd With dripping rains, or withered by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
19. oldal - Time ! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence, Lulling to sad repose the weary sense, The faint pang stealest unperceived away; On thee I rest my only hope at last, And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear, 1 may look back on every sorrow past, And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile...
176. oldal - If it should ever be totally extinguished, the loss, I fear, will be great. It is this which has given its character to modern Europe. It is this which has distinguished it under all its forms of government, and distinguished it to its advantage, from the states of Asia, and possibly from those states which flourished in the most brilliant periods of the antique world.
164. oldal - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still. Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Mem'ry slept. Wherever I have heard A kindred melody, the scene recurs, And with it all its pleasures and its pains.
138. oldal - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
16. oldal - How sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal ! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease, So piercing to my heart their force I feel ! And hark ! with lessening cadence now they fall, And now along the white and level tide They fling their melancholy music wide, Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of summer days...
14. oldal - Uplift their shadowing heads, and, at their feet, Scarce hear the surge that has for ages beat, Sure many a lonely wanderer has stood, And, whilst the lifted murmur met his ear, And o'er the distant billows the still Eve Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave Tomorrow...
176. oldal - All the decent drapery of life is to be rudely torn off. All the superadded ideas, furnished from the wardrobe of a moral imagination, which the heart owns and the understanding ratifies, as necessary to cover the defects of our naked, shivering nature, and to raise it to dignity in our own estimation, are to be exploded as a ridiculous, absurd, and antiquated fashion.
14. oldal - How many a lonely wanderer has stood ! And, whilst the lifted murmur met his ear, And o'er the distant billows the still eve Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave To-morrow ; of the friends he loved most dear ; Of social scenes, from which he wept to part...
177. oldal - To shake thy senate, and from heights sublime Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire Upon thy foes, was never meant my task : But I can feel thy fortunes, and partake Thy joys and sorrows, with as true a heart As any thund'rer there.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | Sonnets, and Other Poems, 1. kötet Sonnets, and Other Poems, William Lisle Bowles |
| Szerző | William Lisle Bowles |
| Kiadás | 7 |
| Kiadó | Cruttwell, 1800 |
| Eredeti forrása | a Michigani Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2007. febr. 6. |
| Terjedelem | 180 oldal |
| Idézet exportálása | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |