The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... again Song . - Perhaps it is not love , said I 78 78 80 81 81 Song . - O'er desert plains , and rushy meers .. Song . Winter ........ 82 83 .......... Song . The Scholar's Relapse .. 83 Song . The Rose - Bud .. Song . Daphne's CONTENTS .
... again Song . - Perhaps it is not love , said I 78 78 80 81 81 Song . - O'er desert plains , and rushy meers .. Song . Winter ........ 82 83 .......... Song . The Scholar's Relapse .. 83 Song . The Rose - Bud .. Song . Daphne's CONTENTS .
7. oldal
... heart ; Why speed so swift away ? Thou scorn'st the city air ; I breathe fresh gales o'er furrow'd ground , Yet hast not thou my wishes crown'd ; O false ! O partial fair ! 1 plunge into the wave ; And though with purest To Health, 1730.
... heart ; Why speed so swift away ? Thou scorn'st the city air ; I breathe fresh gales o'er furrow'd ground , Yet hast not thou my wishes crown'd ; O false ! O partial fair ! 1 plunge into the wave ; And though with purest To Health, 1730.
8. oldal
... o'er hills and valleys roams , And deals no more with Is it the clime you flee ? you . Yet midst his unremitting snows The poor Laponian's bosom glows , And shares bright rays from thee . There was , there was a time , When , though I ...
... o'er hills and valleys roams , And deals no more with Is it the clime you flee ? you . Yet midst his unremitting snows The poor Laponian's bosom glows , And shares bright rays from thee . There was , there was a time , When , though I ...
21. oldal
... trip the green . But whilst I wander'd o'er a scene so fair , Too well at one survey I trace How every Muse and every Grace Had long employ'd their care . Lurks not a stone enrich'd with lively stain , Blooms C 2 AFTER SICKNESS . 21.
... trip the green . But whilst I wander'd o'er a scene so fair , Too well at one survey I trace How every Muse and every Grace Had long employ'd their care . Lurks not a stone enrich'd with lively stain , Blooms C 2 AFTER SICKNESS . 21.
22. oldal
... o'er the lawn . ' Ah ! woe is me , ( said I , And *** ' s hilly circuit heard my cry ) Have I for this with labour strove , And lavish'd all my little store , To fence for you my shady grove , And scollop every winding shore , And ...
... o'er the lawn . ' Ah ! woe is me , ( said I , And *** ' s hilly circuit heard my cry ) Have I for this with labour strove , And lavish'd all my little store , To fence for you my shady grove , And scollop every winding shore , And ...
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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?