Sonnets, and Other Poems,T. Cadell, jun. and W. Davies, Strand, and J. Mawman, Poultry, London; and R. Cruttwell, Bath., 1800 - 180 oldal |
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amid 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 human hung land leaves life's lift light lonely look lov'd mark MATLOCK meet morn mournful murmuring musick musing never night o'er once pain pale past peace pensive pity plain poor rejoice rest rise river rocks round sail scenes seem'd 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 thou thought tide turn vale views Virtue voice wand'ring wasted wave weary Whilst wild winds woods WRITTEN youth
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176. 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.
18. 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...
179. oldal - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
163. 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 Memory slept.
179. oldal - Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, cither it was different in blood ; Her.
13. 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 - 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.
15. 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, and those delightful years, When by my native streams...
137. 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...
34. oldal - I NEVER hear the sound of thy glad bells, Oxford, and chime harmonious, but I say, Sighing to think how time has worn away, Some spirit speaks in the sweet tone that swells, Heard after years of absence, from the vale Where Cherwell winds.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | Sonnets, and Other Poems, 1. kötet/Sonnets, and Other Poems, William Lisle Bowles |
| Szerző | William Lisle Bowles |
| Kiadás | 7 |
| Kiadó | T. Cadell, jun. and W. Davies, Strand, and J. Mawman, Poultry, London; and R. Cruttwell, Bath., 1800 |
| Eredeti forrása | Oxfordi Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2007. szept. 20. |
| Terjedelem | 180 oldal |
| Idézet exportálása | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |