Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, 1. kötetLongman, Hurst, Rees and Orme, 1807 - 449 oldal "These volumes are intended to accompany Mr. Ellis's ... Specimens of the early English poets. That series concludes with reign of Charles II, this begins with that of James his successor."-- Preface. |
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7. oldal
... ? No wholesome herb grows on the same , Or bird of day will on it rest ; " Tis barren as the hopeless flame , That scorches my tormented breast . Deep underneath a cave does lie , The entrance hid B 4 [ 7 ] ANNE KILLEGREW. ...
... ? No wholesome herb grows on the same , Or bird of day will on it rest ; " Tis barren as the hopeless flame , That scorches my tormented breast . Deep underneath a cave does lie , The entrance hid B 4 [ 7 ] ANNE KILLEGREW. ...
13. oldal
... breast , To toylsome study then betrays his rest ; Now to his soul denies a just content , Then forces on it what it does resent ; And all for praise of fools ! for such are those , Which most of the admiring crowd compose . O famisht ...
... breast , To toylsome study then betrays his rest ; Now to his soul denies a just content , Then forces on it what it does resent ; And all for praise of fools ! for such are those , Which most of the admiring crowd compose . O famisht ...
14. oldal
... breast Respired , did life supply ? Oh ! thither let me fly ! Where from the world at such a distance set , All that's past , present , and to come , I may forget : The lover's sighs , and the afflicted's tears , Whate'er may wound my ...
... breast Respired , did life supply ? Oh ! thither let me fly ! Where from the world at such a distance set , All that's past , present , and to come , I may forget : The lover's sighs , and the afflicted's tears , Whate'er may wound my ...
15. oldal
... breast , My profound peace shake or molest : But stupor , like to death , my senses bind , That so I may anticipate that rest , Which only in my grave I hope to find . ON MY AUNT MRS . A. K. Drown'd under London - Bridge in the Queen's ...
... breast , My profound peace shake or molest : But stupor , like to death , my senses bind , That so I may anticipate that rest , Which only in my grave I hope to find . ON MY AUNT MRS . A. K. Drown'd under London - Bridge in the Queen's ...
36. oldal
... breast , such wars I have , And thoughts of him perplex me so That the whole world appears my grave . IV . But I'le go to him , though he lie Wrapt in the cold , cold arms of death : And under yon sad cypress - tree , I'le mourn , I'le ...
... breast , such wars I have , And thoughts of him perplex me so That the whole world appears my grave . IV . But I'le go to him , though he lie Wrapt in the cold , cold arms of death : And under yon sad cypress - tree , I'le mourn , I'le ...
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Specimens of the Later English Poets, Vol. 3 Of 3: With Preliminary Notices ... Robert Southey Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
bards beauteous beauty blest bliss breast breath bright Charles charms CONSTANTIA GRIERSON CURSTY dear death delight despair divine dost Dryden dull e'er eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame fond fools George GEORGE SEWELL GEORGE STEPNEY give glory grace grave grief happy heart Heaven honour hopes inspire James JANE BRERETON John JOHN OLDMIXON John Vanbrugh JOSIAH RELPH joys king labour live Lord lover MARY BARBER mighty mind mourn Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS AMHURST night numbers nymph o'er pain passion pleasure poems poetry Poets praise pride rage reign RICHARDSON PACK rise SAMUEL WESLEY sense shade shew shine sighs sing smile soft SONG soul strain sweet taste tears thee things Thomas THOMAS D'URFEY THOMAS YALDEN thou thought thro tongue trembling Twas verse vex'd virtue Whilst William winds wise wretched youth
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76. oldal - Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Come, and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing.
355. oldal - While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive. No generous patron would a dinner give : See him, when starved to death, and turned to dust, Presented with a monumental bust. The poet's fate is here in emblem shown : He asked for bread, and he received a stone.
77. oldal - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way; Make us eternal truths receive And practise all that we believe. Give us thyself, that we may see The Father and the Son by thee. Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend the...
289. oldal - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change, as ye list, ye" winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee, sailors when away In every port a mistress find. Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
98. oldal - But now our fears tempestuous grow And cast our hopes away; Whilst you, regardless of our woe, Sit careless at a play: Perhaps permit some happier man To kiss your hand, or flirt your fan — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
201. oldal - For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.
96. oldal - To all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write: The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
99. oldal - In justice you cannot refuse To think of our distress, When we for hopes of honour lose Our certain happiness ; All those designs are but to prove Ourselves more worthy of your love. With a fa, &c.
112. oldal - The crowding waves gush with impetuous rage Resistless, overwhelming ; horrors seize The mariners; Death in their eyes appears, They stare, they lave, they pump, they swear, they pray...
36. oldal - In the artificial night Your gloomy entrails make, Have I taken, do I take! How oft when grief has made me fly, To hide me from society E'en of my dearest friends, have I, In your recesses...