The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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15. oldal
... delight , On thee the drooping Muse attends , As some fond lover , robb'd of sight , On thy expressive power depends , Nor would exchange thy glowing lines , To live the lord of all that shines . But let me chase those vows away Which ...
... delight , On thee the drooping Muse attends , As some fond lover , robb'd of sight , On thy expressive power depends , Nor would exchange thy glowing lines , To live the lord of all that shines . But let me chase those vows away Which ...
24. oldal
... delight profound , Where Ariconium pours her gems profuse , Purpling a whole horizon round ? Athirst , ye praise the limpid stream , ' tis true ; But though , the pebbled shores among , It mimic no unpleasing song , The limpid fountain ...
... delight profound , Where Ariconium pours her gems profuse , Purpling a whole horizon round ? Athirst , ye praise the limpid stream , ' tis true ; But though , the pebbled shores among , It mimic no unpleasing song , The limpid fountain ...
25. oldal
... delight : She , where she pleases , kind or coy , Who furnishes the scene , and forms us to enjoy . Then hither bring the fair ingenuous mind , By her auspicious aid refined : Lo ! not an hedge - row hawthorn blows , Or humble harebell ...
... delight : She , where she pleases , kind or coy , Who furnishes the scene , and forms us to enjoy . Then hither bring the fair ingenuous mind , By her auspicious aid refined : Lo ! not an hedge - row hawthorn blows , Or humble harebell ...
26. oldal
... delighted hear Yon throstle chant the rising year ? Could she not spurn the wreaths of fame , To crop the primrose of the plains ? Does she not sweets in each fair valley find , Lost to the sons of Power , unknown to half mankind ? Ah ...
... delighted hear Yon throstle chant the rising year ? Could she not spurn the wreaths of fame , To crop the primrose of the plains ? Does she not sweets in each fair valley find , Lost to the sons of Power , unknown to half mankind ? Ah ...
29. oldal
... strikes the novel eye , A while the fairy forms delight ; And now aloof we seem to fly On purple pinions through a purer sky , Where all is wondrous , all is bright : Now , landed on some spangled shore , A while 43 . D RURAL ELEGANCE . 29.
... strikes the novel eye , A while the fairy forms delight ; And now aloof we seem to fly On purple pinions through a purer sky , Where all is wondrous , all is bright : Now , landed on some spangled shore , A while 43 . D RURAL ELEGANCE . 29.
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amid Amyntor ascending Sun Aurelius beams beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bloom bosom breast bright charms cloud DAVID MALLET death delight distant Drury Lane DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH E'en earth fair fame Fancy fate fears fix'd flame flood flower fond gentle glow grace grove hand hear heart Heaven hill hour light lyre maid Mallet Marine Society Masque of Alfred morn mournful Muse Naiad Nature night numbers nymph o'er once pain pale peace pity plain Plutus praise pride rage Reason repose rise rose round scene serene shade shine shore SIEGE OF DAMASCUS sigh sight silence smile soft song soul sound spread stream swain sweet tear tempest tender thee thine thou thought toil truth vale vex'd virtue wave Western Isles wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wing wonder youth
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151. oldal - That face, alas! no more is fair, Those lips no longer red; Dark are my eyes, now closed in death, And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear. But, hark! the cock has warned me hence; A long and last adieu ! Come see, false man, how low she lies, Who died for love of you.
65. oldal - Alas ! from the day that we met, What hope of an end to my woes? When I cannot endure to forget The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain: The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me.
153. oldal - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it : it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
59. oldal - Twas with pain that she saw me depart. She gaz'd as I slowly withdrew; My path I could hardly discern: So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
98. oldal - The paper was, with great industry, circulated and dispersed; and he, for his seasonable intervention, had a considerable pension bestowed upon him, which he retained to his death.
70. oldal - Come listen to my mournful tale, Ye tender hearts and lovers dear ; Nor will you scorn to heave a sigh, Nor need you blush to shed a tear. And thou, dear Kitty, peerless maid, Do thou a pensive ear incline ; For thou canst weep at every woe, And pity every plaint — but mine. Young Dawson was a gallant...
61. oldal - t was a barbarous deed. For he ne'er could be true, she averr'd, Who would rob a poor bird of its young : And I lov'd her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
95. oldal - Malloch to English Mallet , without any imaginable reason of preference which the eye or ear can discover. What other proofs he gave of disrespect to his native country, I know not ; but it was remarked of him, that he was the only Scot whom Scotchmen did not commend.
35. oldal - Instruct one flower to please us more ? As vain it were, with artful dye To change the bloom thy cheeks disclose ; And oh may Laura, ere she try, With fresh vermilion paint the rose.
151. oldal - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?