New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets and Poetical Translators, Tom 3C. and C. Whittingham, 1823 |
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... Davenport . 263 R. A. Davenport . 264 R. A. Davenport . 265 R. A. Davenport . 266 R. A. Davenport . 266 R. A. Davenport . 267 Mrs. Opie . 268 Rev. W. Crowe . 269 Miss Seward . 269 • • • Ballad - Hast thou escaped Song - CONTENTS . 111.
... Davenport . 263 R. A. Davenport . 264 R. A. Davenport . 265 R. A. Davenport . 266 R. A. Davenport . 266 R. A. Davenport . 267 Mrs. Opie . 268 Rev. W. Crowe . 269 Miss Seward . 269 • • • Ballad - Hast thou escaped Song - CONTENTS . 111.
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... Hast thou escaped Song - Now Spring wakes Song - Tell me what can mean Song Though in the festive circle Mary's Evening Sigh . Song . On a Kiss . Song - Let the lovesick boy A Rondeau . Pleasure and Desire . Page Miss Seward . 270 Miss ...
... Hast thou escaped Song - Now Spring wakes Song - Tell me what can mean Song Though in the festive circle Mary's Evening Sigh . Song . On a Kiss . Song - Let the lovesick boy A Rondeau . Pleasure and Desire . Page Miss Seward . 270 Miss ...
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... hast To reign a private man , and bow to Freedom's yoke ! These , too , thou'lt sing ! for well thy magic Muse Can to the topmost heaven of grandeur soar ; Or stoop to wail the swain that is no more ! Ah , homely swains ! your homeward ...
... hast To reign a private man , and bow to Freedom's yoke ! These , too , thou'lt sing ! for well thy magic Muse Can to the topmost heaven of grandeur soar ; Or stoop to wail the swain that is no more ! Ah , homely swains ! your homeward ...
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... hast taught , And from the Almighty brought Behests of dread command and import high ; While the rapt mind's judging eye In cloudless perspective the future caught : Nor seldom God or Angel held Converse with man ; the midnight hour ...
... hast taught , And from the Almighty brought Behests of dread command and import high ; While the rapt mind's judging eye In cloudless perspective the future caught : Nor seldom God or Angel held Converse with man ; the midnight hour ...
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... hast thou soothed my waking dreams , When , prone beneath an osier shade , At large my vacant limbs were laid ; To thee and Fancy all resign'd , What visions wander'd o'er my mind ! Illusions dear , adieu ! no more Shall I your fairy ...
... hast thou soothed my waking dreams , When , prone beneath an osier shade , At large my vacant limbs were laid ; To thee and Fancy all resign'd , What visions wander'd o'er my mind ! Illusions dear , adieu ! no more Shall I your fairy ...
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Strona 313 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when...
Strona 311 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Strona 325 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Strona 328 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire: These ears alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Strona 312 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Strona 311 - ... no help, come let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, —...
Strona 328 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Strona 16 - Woods ! that listen to the night-birds singing, Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclined, Save when your own imperious branches swinging, Have made a solemn music of the wind ! Where, like a man beloved of God, Through glooms, which never woodman trod...
Strona 74 - Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat, With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn...
Strona 306 - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.