The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, 17. kötetAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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18. oldal
... painful steps the barren sands , A solitary mourner , and the surge , Which gently roll'd beside her , now no more ... pain and anguish on thy sands , I come thy suppliant : death is all I crave ; Bid thy devouring waves inwrap my head ...
... painful steps the barren sands , A solitary mourner , and the surge , Which gently roll'd beside her , now no more ... pain and anguish on thy sands , I come thy suppliant : death is all I crave ; Bid thy devouring waves inwrap my head ...
26. oldal
... pain and woe , That , wanting liberty , ev'n virtue mourns , And looks around for happiness in vain . Then speak , O Sparta , and demand my life . My heart , exulting , answers to thy call , And smiles on glorious fate . To live with ...
... pain and woe , That , wanting liberty , ev'n virtue mourns , And looks around for happiness in vain . Then speak , O Sparta , and demand my life . My heart , exulting , answers to thy call , And smiles on glorious fate . To live with ...
27. oldal
... pain fraternal tenderness is weak . " How strong a parent's feelings , till this hour ; Nor was she once insensible to thee In all her fervour to assert my fame . How had the honours of my name been stain'd By hesitation ? Shameful life ...
... pain fraternal tenderness is weak . " How strong a parent's feelings , till this hour ; Nor was she once insensible to thee In all her fervour to assert my fame . How had the honours of my name been stain'd By hesitation ? Shameful life ...
29. oldal
... pain or danger , taught his early strength To struggle patient with severest toils . Oft , when inclement winter ... pains , my father's woes , The days he wept , the sleepless nights he beat His aged bosom . And shall Alpheus ' spear Be ...
... pain or danger , taught his early strength To struggle patient with severest toils . Oft , when inclement winter ... pains , my father's woes , The days he wept , the sleepless nights he beat His aged bosom . And shall Alpheus ' spear Be ...
43. oldal
... painful hand to break the fallow glebe . Them to the noon - day toil no harvest calls . Nor on the mountain falls the ... pain So fierce , so constant , that to them a camp With all its hardships is a seat of rest , And war itself ...
... painful hand to break the fallow glebe . Them to the noon - day toil no harvest calls . Nor on the mountain falls the ... pain So fierce , so constant , that to them a camp With all its hardships is a seat of rest , And war itself ...
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The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including ..., 17. kötet Alexander Chalmers Nincs elérhető előnézet - 1810 |
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Abrocomes Aristides arms Asopus Athenian Athens band barbarian beauteous beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bloom bosom brave breast breath bright Carian Chalcis charms chief death delight Demaratus Demonax Diomedon dread Earth Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fate fix'd flame flow'rs gen'rous glory Gobryas grace Grecian Greece Greeks grief groves Haliartus hand hast hath heart Heav'n hero hills honour horrour host Hyacinthus Hyperanthes king Lamachus Leonidas Locrian lord Lygdamis maid Mardonius Masistius Medon mind Mindarus mourn Muse Mycon native Nature's ne'er night numbers o'er Oïleus Oreus pass'd Pausanias Persian plain pow'r praise pride rage rais'd reign rise round sacred satrap scene seat shade shore Sicinus sight sire smiles soft song soul spake Spartan spear spread stream sweet swift tears terrour thee Themistocles thine thou thought toil tow'rs train vale virtue voice warriors wave Whate'er winds Xerxes youth
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319. oldal - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds...
319. oldal - Pure as the expanse of Heaven: I thither went, With unexperienced thought, and laid me down On the green bank, to look into the clear Smooth lake, that to me seem'd another sky.
324. oldal - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
322. oldal - Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
319. oldal - What thou seest, What there thou seest, fair creature, is thyself, With thee it came and goes : but follow me, And I will bring thee where no shadow stays Thy coming, and thy soft embraces ; he Whose image thou art, him thou shalt enjoy Inseparably thine ; to him shalt bear Multitudes like thyself, and thence be called Mother of human race.
321. oldal - Of Nature's Womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual Circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations, that now rise From Hill or steaming Lake, dusky or grey, Till the Sun paint your fleecy skirts with Gold, In honour to the World's great Author rise...
319. oldal - Return, fair Eve ; Whom fliest thou ? whom thou fliest, of him thou art, His flesh, his bone ; to give thee being I lent Out of my side to thee, nearest my heart, Substantial life ; to have thee by my side Henceforth an individual solace dear. Part of my soul, I seek thee, and thee claim, My other half.
324. oldal - I fell asleep: but now lead on; In me is no delay; with thee to go Is to stay here; without thee here to stay Is to go hence unwilling; thou to me Art all things under heav'n, all places thou, Who for my wilful crime art banished hence.
319. oldal - Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was...
319. oldal - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds ; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew ; nor fragrance after showers ; Nor grateful evening mild ; nor silent night With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet...