New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, Том 1 |
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... wing the amorous clouds dividing ; And , waving wide her myrtle wand , She strikes a universal peace through sea and land . Nor war nor battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked ...
... wing the amorous clouds dividing ; And , waving wide her myrtle wand , She strikes a universal peace through sea and land . Nor war nor battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked ...
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... wings display'd , Harping in loud and solemn quire , [ Heir . With unexpressive notes , to heaven's new - born Such music ( as ' tis said ) Before was never made , But when of old the sons of morning sung , While the Creator great His ...
... wings display'd , Harping in loud and solemn quire , [ Heir . With unexpressive notes , to heaven's new - born Such music ( as ' tis said ) Before was never made , But when of old the sons of morning sung , While the Creator great His ...
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... wing , Fly , fly to Solyma ! and melt thy woe To Cedron's murmurs . Thence extend thy flight To Golgotha's accursed tree . Behold ! [ wrath Clouds roll'd on clouds of wrath ( the blackest Of an offended God ! ) His beauties shade ; But ...
... wing , Fly , fly to Solyma ! and melt thy woe To Cedron's murmurs . Thence extend thy flight To Golgotha's accursed tree . Behold ! [ wrath Clouds roll'd on clouds of wrath ( the blackest Of an offended God ! ) His beauties shade ; But ...
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... wings diffused their heavenly hues ; And Abba glorified his Only Son , Well pleased . From thy tongues of cloven fire Kindled , the nations burn'd in flaming zeal , And unextinguish'd charity , dispersed And glowing as the summer blaze ...
... wings diffused their heavenly hues ; And Abba glorified his Only Son , Well pleased . From thy tongues of cloven fire Kindled , the nations burn'd in flaming zeal , And unextinguish'd charity , dispersed And glowing as the summer blaze ...
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... wing to bear me far Beyond the golden morning star ! Fain would I trace the ' immortal way That leads to courts of endless day , Where the Creator stands confess'd , In his own fairest glories dress'd . Some shining spirit help me rise ...
... wing to bear me far Beyond the golden morning star ! Fain would I trace the ' immortal way That leads to courts of endless day , Where the Creator stands confess'd , In his own fairest glories dress'd . Some shining spirit help me rise ...
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Страница 8 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
Страница 204 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or, how the royal Bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy Seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Страница 1 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Страница 7 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell...
Страница 7 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Страница 202 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Страница 203 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride : His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
Страница 374 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Страница 33 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...
Страница 160 - Who in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending. And if they make reply. Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it, is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.