The castle of Santa Fe, by [the] author of Jealousy; or, The dreadful mistake.4 vols, 2. kötet

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1805

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198. oldal - Prone, to the lowest vale, the aerial tribes Descend : the tempest-loving raven scarce Dares wing the dubious dusk. In rueful gaze The cattle stand, and on the scowling heavens Cast a deploring eye; by man forsook, Who to the crowded cottage hies him fast, Or seeks the shelter of the downward cave.
1. oldal - To those who know thee not, no word can paint, And those who know thee, know all words are faint ! She does not feel thy pow'r who boasts thy flame...
114. oldal - For me, my fair a wreath has wove, Where rival flow'rs in union meet ; As oft she kiss'd this gift of love, Her breath gave sweetness to the sweet. A bee within a damask rose Had crept, the nectar'd dew to sip ; But lesser sweets the thief foregoes, And fixes on Louisa's lip : There tatting all the bloom of spring, Wak'd by the rip'ning breath of May, Th' ungrateful spoiler left his sting, And with the honey fled away.
37. oldal - Th' hard pallet ? not because from haunt remote, Sequester'd in a dingle's bushy lap : 'Tis labour makes the peasant's sav'ry fare, And works out his repose : for ease must ask The leave of diligence to be enjoy'd. Oh ! listen not to that enchantress Ease With seeming smile; her palatable...
93. oldal - Beneath yon ruin'd abbey's moss-grown piles Oft let me sit, at twilight hour of eve, Where through some western window the pale Moon Pours her...
69. oldal - Fenced from the north and east this savage dell. Southward a mountain rose with easy swell, Whose long long groves eternal murmur made : And toward the western sun a streamlet fell, Where, through the cliffs, the eye, remote, survey'd Blue hills, and glittering waves, and skies in gold array'd.
37. oldal - Is to bask i' th' sun ? if so a snail Were happy crawling on a southern wall. .Why sits content upon a cottage sill At eventide, and blesseth the coarse meal In sooty corner ; why sweet slumber wait Th...
114. oldal - As oft she kiss'd this gift of love, Her breath gave sweetness to the sweet. A bee, within a damask rose Had crept, the nectar'd dew to sip ; But lesser sweets the thief foregoes, And fixes on Maria's lip. There, tasting all the bloom of spring, Wak'd by the ripening breath of May ;->Th' ungrateful spoiler left his sting, And with the honey fled away.
118. oldal - H t's store, Lives the man who pines for more. Wretched he who, doom'd to roam, Never can be blest at home ; Nor retire within his mind, From th

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