The poetical works of Vincent Bourne, consisting of originals and translations. To which are added his letters, 1. kötetLongman, Hurst, Rees, & Orme, 1808 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 19 találatból.
22. oldal
... face ; And when in sins and sorrows sunk , Reviv'd my soul with grace . IX . Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Has made my cup run o'er ; And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store . X. Ten thousand thousand precious ...
... face ; And when in sins and sorrows sunk , Reviv'd my soul with grace . IX . Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Has made my cup run o'er ; And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store . X. Ten thousand thousand precious ...
28. oldal
... face , And fear in every heart , When waves on waves , and gulphs in gulphs O'ercame the pilot's art . VI . Yet then from all my griefs , O Lord , Thy mercy set me free ; While in the confidence of prayer My soul took hold on thee . VII ...
... face , And fear in every heart , When waves on waves , and gulphs in gulphs O'ercame the pilot's art . VI . Yet then from all my griefs , O Lord , Thy mercy set me free ; While in the confidence of prayer My soul took hold on thee . VII ...
32. oldal
... face to face , O ! how shall I appear ! II . If yet , while pardon may be found , And mercy may be sought , My heart with inward horror shrinks , And trembles at the thought . III . When thou , O Lord , shalt stand disclos'd In majesty ...
... face to face , O ! how shall I appear ! II . If yet , while pardon may be found , And mercy may be sought , My heart with inward horror shrinks , And trembles at the thought . III . When thou , O Lord , shalt stand disclos'd In majesty ...
54. oldal
... face , ' Twere better by far I had dy'd : She talk'd , and I blest the dear tongue ; When she smil'd , ' twas a pleasure too great : I listen'd , and cry'd , when she sung , Was nightingale ever so sweet ! CORYDON QUERENS . DECEPTOS ...
... face , ' Twere better by far I had dy'd : She talk'd , and I blest the dear tongue ; When she smil'd , ' twas a pleasure too great : I listen'd , and cry'd , when she sung , Was nightingale ever so sweet ! CORYDON QUERENS . DECEPTOS ...
60. oldal
... face was like the April morn , Clad in a wintry cloud ; And clay - cold was her lily - hand , That held the sable shrowd . III . So shall the fairest face appear , When youth and years are flown ; Such is the robe that kings must wear ...
... face was like the April morn , Clad in a wintry cloud ; And clay - cold was her lily - hand , That held the sable shrowd . III . So shall the fairest face appear , When youth and years are flown ; Such is the robe that kings must wear ...
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112. oldal - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I ; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up. Make the most of life you may ; Life is short, and wears away. " Both alike are mine and thine, Hastening quick to their decline ; Thine's a summer, mine no more, Though repeated to threescore ; Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one.
102. oldal - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
20. oldal - When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe, And led me up to man.
92. 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 landsmen 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.
39. oldal - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
34. oldal - Then see the sorrows of my heart, Ere yet it be too late ; And hear my Saviour's dying groans, To give those sorrows weight. VI. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows thine only Son has died To make her pardon sure.
124. oldal - Cynthia, turn, he said: The hunted hind lies close in yonder brake. Loud Cupid laugh'd, to see the god's mistake ; And laughing, cried, Learn better, great divine, To know thy kindred, and to honour mine. Rightly advis'd, far hence thy sister seek, Or on Meander's bank, or Latmus
i. oldal - I love the memory of Vinny Bourne. I think him a better Latin poet than Tibullus, Propertius, Ausonius, or any of the writers in his way, except Ovid, and not at all inferior to him.
92. oldal - So the sweet lark, high poised in air. Shuts close his pinions to his breast (If, chance, his mate's shrill call he hear), And drops at once into her nest.
60. oldal - The last humble boon that I crave Is to shade me with Cypress and Yew; And when she looks down on my grave, Let her own that her shepherd was true.