New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, 4. kötet |
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. oldal
... Morning On his falling in Love with Neæra To Fortune His Recantation . To Delia , with some Flowers On the Misfortunes of an ingenuous Mind . Dermody . Written in a Cottage Garden The Hotwells ' Patient . Written at the Hotwells ...
... Morning On his falling in Love with Neæra To Fortune His Recantation . To Delia , with some Flowers On the Misfortunes of an ingenuous Mind . Dermody . Written in a Cottage Garden The Hotwells ' Patient . Written at the Hotwells ...
7. oldal
... morn . Opes not one blossom to the spicy gale , [ wide , Throws not one elm its moss - wreath'd branches Wanders no rill through the luxuriant vale , Or , glistening , rushes down the mountain side , But thither , with the morning's ...
... morn . Opes not one blossom to the spicy gale , [ wide , Throws not one elm its moss - wreath'd branches Wanders no rill through the luxuriant vale , Or , glistening , rushes down the mountain side , But thither , with the morning's ...
8. oldal
... morning ray , Whence gushing streams of azure nectar flow , And tinge the trickling herbage on their way . There ... Morn blushes on the shores . Illusive visions ! O , not here , -not here , Does spring eternal hold her placid reign ...
... morning ray , Whence gushing streams of azure nectar flow , And tinge the trickling herbage on their way . There ... Morn blushes on the shores . Illusive visions ! O , not here , -not here , Does spring eternal hold her placid reign ...
10. oldal
... I will shield you , and supply A kindlier soil on which to bloom , A nobler bed on which to die . Come then - ere yet the morning ray Has drunk 10 P. VII . ELEGANT EXTRACTS . Darwin Gifford To a Tuft of early Violets.
... I will shield you , and supply A kindlier soil on which to bloom , A nobler bed on which to die . Come then - ere yet the morning ray Has drunk 10 P. VII . ELEGANT EXTRACTS . Darwin Gifford To a Tuft of early Violets.
11. oldal
... morning ray Has drunk the dew that gems your crest , And drawn your balmiest sweets away ; O come , and grace my Anna's breast . O ! I should think - that fragrant bed Might I but hope with you to share- Years of anxiety repaid By one ...
... morning ray Has drunk the dew that gems your crest , And drawn your balmiest sweets away ; O come , and grace my Anna's breast . O ! I should think - that fragrant bed Might I but hope with you to share- Years of anxiety repaid By one ...
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adieu beams beauty beguile beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom cold bower breast breath bright CHARLOTTE SMITH charm cheek cheer dark dear death despair dream e'er ELEGY eyes fade fair Fair city Fancy farewell fate feel flame flowers fond gale gay nature gentle gloom glow grace grave grief grove hast hear heart Heaven honours hope HOTWELLS hour hour of victory life's lips lonely LORD BYRON love restore love's Lover Lycidas lyre Maid with bosom mind Monody morn mourn Muse Naiad ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pangs pass'd peace pity pride rapture rill rise round scenes scorn shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song soothe sorrows soul spring strain stream sweet tear tempest tender thee thine thou thought tomb Twas vale virtue voice wake wandering wave weep wild winds youth
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170. oldal - Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart ; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
193. oldal - Ay me, I fondly dream, Had ye been there! — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
172. oldal - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
195. oldal - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
198. oldal - Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
197. oldal - Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold ; Look homeward, angel, now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
197. oldal - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, 180 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
193. oldal - O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return! Thee, Shepherd, thee the Woods, and desert Caves, With wild Thyme and the gadding Vine o'ergrown, And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays.
170. oldal - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
126. oldal - Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.