Curiosities of Literature, 4. kötet

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J. Murray, 1823

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146. oldal - En vain contre le Cid un ministre se ligue : Tout Paris pour Chimène a les yeux de Rodrigue.
144. oldal - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
160. oldal - Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor ^sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt...
135. oldal - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep.
154. oldal - ... human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach; from Infinite to thee, From thee to nothing. On superior...
218. oldal - I knew a very wise man that believed that if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.
149. oldal - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.
166. oldal - This Chief transcends his Father's Fame : While pleas'd amidst the gen'ral Shouts of Troy, His Mother's conscious Heart o'erflows with Joy. He spoke, and fondly gazing on her Charms Restor'd the pleasing Burden to her Arms ; Soft on her fragrant Breast the Babe she laid, Hush'd to Repose, and with a Smile survey'd The troubled Pleasure soon chastis'd by Fear, She mingled with the Smile a tender Tear.
153. oldal - Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind, Like yon neglected shrub at random cast, That shades the steep, and sighs at every blast.
159. oldal - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; Save that from yonder ivy-mantled...

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