 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...  Curiosities of Literature - 135. oldalszerző: Isaac Disraeli - 1823Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1804 - 452 oldal
...the year, and out of Heaven's high way:" and Pope, " Far as the solar walk or milky way."— Gray, in his Bard, " Dear as the light that visits these...eyes: Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart." Otway makes Priuli exclaim, to his daughter, that she is "Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life.... | |
 | E H. Seymour - 1805 - 504 oldal
...conjunction, and adopt that mode of expression which is called the phraseology of Shakspeares age: " Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, " Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart." Gray. The Bard. 67. " The ass in compound with the major part of your syllables" I suppose there is a quibble... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 oldal
...sail, ' The famisli'd eaglet screams and passes by. ' Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, * DearJ as the light that visits these sad eyes, * Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, 1 Ye dy'd amidst your dying country's cries...... * Ho more I -weep. They do not sleep; ' On yonder... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 oldal
...Snowdou is culled the eagle's nest. That bird is certainly no ' 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. They do not sleep. ' On yonder cliffs,... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 oldal
...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. They do not sleep. ' On yonder cliffs,... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 oldal
...ravens sail : ' The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. ' Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, ' dogs shall drink him till thcv burst. Old Cotta sham'd h'rs fortune and his birth, Ye mart, ' Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — ' No more 1 weep. They do not sleep. • On yonder... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 oldal
...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 rnddy drops that warm my heart, Ye dy'd amidst your dying country's crie No more I weep. They do not... | |
 | Richard Clark - 1814 - 530 oldal
...sleeps upon his craggy bed : ' Mountains, ye mourn in vain : ' 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. They do not sleep. ' On yonder cliffs,... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1815 - 354 oldal
...must love, pine, mourn, and adore in seeret ; this you must not deny me : you will ever he to m,:~" Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart !" I hare not patienee to read the puritanie serawl! Vile sophistry! ye heavens ! thou God of nature... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1816 - 714 oldal
...love, pine, mourn, and adore in secret — this you must not deny me— you will ever be to me — '' Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, " Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart !" I have not patience to read the puritanic scrawl. — Vile sophistry ! — Ye heavens ! thou God... | |
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