The beauties of English poetry, or A collection of poems extracted from the best authors1801 |
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Strona 7
... rest ; When from the heav'nly court of Jove Descended swift the God of love , ( Ah me ! I tremble to relate ) And loudly thunder'd at my gate . » Who's there ? » I cry'd , « who breaks my door » At this unseasonable hour ? » The God ...
... rest ; When from the heav'nly court of Jove Descended swift the God of love , ( Ah me ! I tremble to relate ) And loudly thunder'd at my gate . » Who's there ? » I cry'd , « who breaks my door » At this unseasonable hour ? » The God ...
Strona 10
... a latch , Recciv'd the harmless pair . And now when busy crowds retire To take their evening rest , The hermit trimm'd his little fire , And cheer'd his pensive guest ; And spread his vegetable store , And gayly prest , 10 THE BEAUTIES.
... a latch , Recciv'd the harmless pair . And now when busy crowds retire To take their evening rest , The hermit trimm'd his little fire , And cheer'd his pensive guest ; And spread his vegetable store , And gayly prest , 10 THE BEAUTIES.
Strona 12
... rest , but finds despair » Companion of her way . » My father liv'd beside the Tyne , » A wealthy lord was he ; » And all his wealth was mark'd as mine , » He had but only me : >> To » To win me from his tender arms , » 12 THE BEAUTIES.
... rest , but finds despair » Companion of her way . » My father liv'd beside the Tyne , » A wealthy lord was he ; » And all his wealth was mark'd as mine , » He had but only me : >> To » To win me from his tender arms , » 12 THE BEAUTIES.
Strona 13
... rest young Edwin bow'd , >> But never talk'd of love . » In humble simplest habit clad , » No wealth nor power had he ; » Wisdom and worth were all he had , >> But these were all to me . » The blossom opening to the day » The dews of ...
... rest young Edwin bow'd , >> But never talk'd of love . » In humble simplest habit clad , » No wealth nor power had he ; » Wisdom and worth were all he had , >> But these were all to me . » The blossom opening to the day » The dews of ...
Strona 17
... rest . Amidst this cool translucent rill , That trickles down the glade , Here bathe your plumes , here drink your fill , And revel in the shade . No school - boy rude , to mischief prone , E'er shows his ruddy face , Or twangs his bow ...
... rest . Amidst this cool translucent rill , That trickles down the glade , Here bathe your plumes , here drink your fill , And revel in the shade . No school - boy rude , to mischief prone , E'er shows his ruddy face , Or twangs his bow ...
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Academus ANACREON Andromache arms beauteous beauty beneath bless blest bliss bosom breast breath bright call'd charms cheer Corydon cry'd death delight e'er ECLOGUE Emma Emma's ENGLISH POETRY Eurydice Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear flame fond gentle glow grace grief grove happy hear heart Heav'n Henry hermit hope hour lov'd lyre maid METASTASIO mind morn muse muse's nature's ne'er night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pain passion peace pity plain pleas'd pleasure Plutus pow'r praise pride rage rais'd rise round rove scene seem'd shade shepherds shine sigh sing skies sleep smil'd smile soft song sorrow soul sound stormy winds strain swains sweet tears tempest Theana thee thine thou thought thro Timotheus Tis green toil touch'd trembling Twas vale virtue virtue's voice vows weep wild winds do blow woods wretch youth
Popularne fragmenty
Strona 55 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Strona 90 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Strona 162 - And glittering temples of their hostile gods." — The princes applaud with a furious joy: And the King seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy; Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy!
Strona 9 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. "For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow, Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. " Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And, though my portion is but scant, I give it with good-will.
Strona 171 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Strona 78 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff...
Strona 161 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise ! See the Snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their Hair, And the Sparkles that flash from their Eyes ! Behold a ghastly Band, Each a Torch in his Hand!
Strona 78 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all...
Strona 14 - Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Strona 105 - Madness ruled the hour, Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewildered laid, And back recoiled, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made.