Poésie, versification [etcde l'Imprimerie de Valade; et se trouve chez T. Barrois fils, 1806 - 429 oldal |
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294. oldal
... IMOGINE . A warrior so bold , and a virgin so bright Convers'd as they sat on the green ; They gaz'd on each other with tender delight ; Alonzo the brave was the name of the knight , The maid's was the fair Imogine . << And , oh ! said ...
... IMOGINE . A warrior so bold , and a virgin so bright Convers'd as they sat on the green ; They gaz'd on each other with tender delight ; Alonzo the brave was the name of the knight , The maid's was the fair Imogine . << And , oh ! said ...
295. oldal
... Imogine said , >> Offensive to love and to me ! >> For , if you be living , or if you be dead , >> I swear by the virgin , that none in your stead >> Shall the husband of Imogine be . >> And if e'er for another my heart should decide ...
... Imogine said , >> Offensive to love and to me ! >> For , if you be living , or if you be dead , >> I swear by the virgin , that none in your stead >> Shall the husband of Imogine be . >> And if e'er for another my heart should decide ...
296. oldal
... Imogine found That a stranger was plac'd by her side : His air was terrific ; he utter'd no sound ; He spoke not , he mov'd not , he look'd not around , But earnestly gaz'd on the bride . ** His visor was clos'd , and gigantic his ...
... Imogine found That a stranger was plac'd by her side : His air was terrific ; he utter'd no sound ; He spoke not , he mov'd not , he look'd not around , But earnestly gaz'd on the bride . ** His visor was clos'd , and gigantic his ...
298. oldal
... Imogine : << Behold me , thou false one ! behold me , he cried ; >> Remember Alonzo the brave ! >>>> God grants , that , to punish thy falsehood and pride , >> My ghost at thy marriage should sit by thy side , >> Should tax thee with ...
... Imogine : << Behold me , thou false one ! behold me , he cried ; >> Remember Alonzo the brave ! >>>> God grants , that , to punish thy falsehood and pride , >> My ghost at thy marriage should sit by thy side , >> Should tax thee with ...
299. oldal
... Imogine found Or the spectre who bore her away , * LEWIS . Lewis , auteur du roman intitulé le Moine , a fait plusieurs autres ballades du même genre . Il en est une très - inté- ressante de Wolcott , Julie ou la Victime de l'amour ...
... Imogine found Or the spectre who bore her away , * LEWIS . Lewis , auteur du roman intitulé le Moine , a fait plusieurs autres ballades du même genre . Il en est une très - inté- ressante de Wolcott , Julie ou la Victime de l'amour ...
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285. oldal - Go, lovely Rose — Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
134. oldal - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
211. oldal - AWAKE, my St John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die...
71. oldal - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride...
221. oldal - Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid; They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires ; The virgin's wish without her fears impart, Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart, Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole. Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame. When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name; My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind, Some emanation of th
194. oldal - In every village mark'd with little spire, Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to fame, There dwells, in lowly shed and mean attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name : Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame...
316. oldal - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart ; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold : For this the tragic Muse first trod the stage...
200. oldal - But Shadwell never deviates into sense. Some beams of wit on other souls may fall, Strike through and make a lucid interval; But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray, His rising fogs prevail upon the day...
14. oldal - The rules a nation, born to serve, obeys ; And Boileau still in right of Horace sways.
174. oldal - The fluttering fan be Zephyretta's care ; The drops to thee, Brillante, we consign ; And, Momentilla, let the watch be thine ; Do thou, Crispissa, tend her favourite Lock ; Ariel himself shall be the guard of Shock. " To fifty chosen sylphs, of special note, We trust th...