The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
Между кориците на книгата
Резултати 1 - 5 от 47.
Страница 5
... spring of life , and does impart Fresh vital heat to the transported heart . I'd have her reason all her passion sway : Easy in company , in private gay : Coy to a fop , to the deserving free ; Still constant to herself , and just to me ...
... spring of life , and does impart Fresh vital heat to the transported heart . I'd have her reason all her passion sway : Easy in company , in private gay : Coy to a fop , to the deserving free ; Still constant to herself , and just to me ...
Страница 24
... spring From two old lutes with ne'er a string , Or none besides the bass . Nor can the soft enchantments hold Two jarring souls of angry mould , The rugged and the keen : Samson's young foxes might as well In bonds of cheerful wedlock ...
... spring From two old lutes with ne'er a string , Or none besides the bass . Nor can the soft enchantments hold Two jarring souls of angry mould , The rugged and the keen : Samson's young foxes might as well In bonds of cheerful wedlock ...
Страница 25
... spring , Nor roses grow on thorns , nor honey wears a sting . TRUE RICHES . I AM not concern'd to know What to - morrow fate will do ; ' Tis enough that I can say , I've possess'd myself to - day : Then if haply midnight death Seize my ...
... spring , Nor roses grow on thorns , nor honey wears a sting . TRUE RICHES . I AM not concern'd to know What to - morrow fate will do ; ' Tis enough that I can say , I've possess'd myself to - day : Then if haply midnight death Seize my ...
Страница 50
... spring , Rose the proud palace of the Elfin king ; " and when Albion , the son of Neptune , wooed a fairy nymph , Kenna , reserved by her sire , Oberon , for Azuriel , whose dwelling stood " Where now the skies high Holland House ...
... spring , Rose the proud palace of the Elfin king ; " and when Albion , the son of Neptune , wooed a fairy nymph , Kenna , reserved by her sire , Oberon , for Azuriel , whose dwelling stood " Where now the skies high Holland House ...
Страница 63
... ; with trembling pinions soar , Wait the great teacher , Death ; and God adore . What future bliss , he gives not thee to know , But gives that hope to be thy blessing now . Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never POPE . 63.
... ; with trembling pinions soar , Wait the great teacher , Death ; and God adore . What future bliss , he gives not thee to know , But gives that hope to be thy blessing now . Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never POPE . 63.
Други издания - Преглед на всички
Често срещани думи и фрази
appear Auld Robin Gray beauty behold beneath blest born bosom breast breath character charms cheerful clouds Cutty-sark dear death delight died divine Simplicity earth elegant Epic Poetry ETON COLLEGE ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate father flowers frae genius gentle glory grace grave green Grongar Hill groves hand happy heart Heaven hills holy orders honour hour labour light live lyre maid merit mind Monody mourn Muse nature Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Oliver Goldsmith pain passions plain pleasure poem poet poetical poetry praise pride produced proud rage Robert Bloomfield round sacred scene shade smile song soon soul spirit Spleen spring stream sweet taste tears tender thee thine thou thought toil truth University of Edinburgh vale verse virtue wave wild wind wings wyllowe youth
Популярни откъси
Страница 87 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied GOD ! The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
Страница 35 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Страница 87 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks: And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
Страница 154 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Страница 146 - * And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Страница 263 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the...
Страница 58 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Страница 88 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Страница 208 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Страница 269 - Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear — Jessy ! ALTHO' thou maun never be mine, Altho...