The chaplet, poems, partly original and partly selected1805 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 23 találatból.
2. oldal
... bright , on the battlements height , He saw by the burning moon ; From her locks so light , and her garments white , The stranger knew her soon , - " Ho ! Lady Anne , thou must come down ; 66 Thy husband sends for thee : By the cross of ...
... bright , on the battlements height , He saw by the burning moon ; From her locks so light , and her garments white , The stranger knew her soon , - " Ho ! Lady Anne , thou must come down ; 66 Thy husband sends for thee : By the cross of ...
8. oldal
... Bright Lucy was the grace ; Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream Reflect so sweet a face : Till luckless love and pining care , Impair'd her rosy hue , Her coral lips , and damask cheeks , And eyes of glossy blue . Oh ! have you seen a ...
... Bright Lucy was the grace ; Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream Reflect so sweet a face : Till luckless love and pining care , Impair'd her rosy hue , Her coral lips , and damask cheeks , And eyes of glossy blue . Oh ! have you seen a ...
12. oldal
... Bright as the water - lily , sprung , And glittering near its side . Fresh as the bordering flowers , her bloom : Her eye , all mild to view ; The little Halcyon's azure plume Was never half so blue . Her shape was like a reed so sleek ...
... Bright as the water - lily , sprung , And glittering near its side . Fresh as the bordering flowers , her bloom : Her eye , all mild to view ; The little Halcyon's azure plume Was never half so blue . Her shape was like a reed so sleek ...
32. oldal
... bright , Appear'd the queen of soft delight ; Young cupid in her hand she led , Who bashful hung his little head : " Here , gentle swain ! " the goddess cry'd , " My boy's muturer studies guide ; " Teach him to strike the sounding lyre ...
... bright , Appear'd the queen of soft delight ; Young cupid in her hand she led , Who bashful hung his little head : " Here , gentle swain ! " the goddess cry'd , " My boy's muturer studies guide ; " Teach him to strike the sounding lyre ...
53. oldal
... the fearful margin , play . Pleas'd on his various freaks to dwell , She saw him climb my rustic cell ; Thence eye my lawns with verdure bright , And seem all ravish'd at the sight . She tells , with what delight he stood , To F 3 53.
... the fearful margin , play . Pleas'd on his various freaks to dwell , She saw him climb my rustic cell ; Thence eye my lawns with verdure bright , And seem all ravish'd at the sight . She tells , with what delight he stood , To F 3 53.
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
art thou beams beauty Beauty's beneath blast bless blest blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow charms cheek clasp'd cotton grass Croesus dear death delight despair dread drest dwell ev'ry Fanny blooming fair fate fear feel flow flowers fond form'd gale gentle glow grace grave grief hand happy hard fate hast hear heart Heav'n hope hour lady lips lov'd lyre maid Mary morn ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pang passions peace Pity poor pow'r praise pride rage rais'd rapture rest rise round shade sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spring swain sweet sweet sensation swell tear tempests tender thee thine thou thro trembling Twas vale virgin's first love virtue voice vows waves wild wild passion willow wind winding sheet wing youth
Népszerű szakaszok
18. oldal - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun,' Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry...
16. oldal - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
176. oldal - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
14. oldal - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
87. 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 ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song: And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
19. oldal - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. " Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And...
163. oldal - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
40. oldal - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is ; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
176. oldal - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, My Mary!
17. oldal - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.