English Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the Best English Authors; with Some Original Pieces, Hitherto Unpublished, Том 1Walter Scott J. Ballantyne and Company, 1810 - 264 страници |
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... rage , Marching in tragic state , and buskin'd equipage ? And now of late th ' Italian fisher swain Sits on the shore to watch his trembling line , Line 18th , Th ' Italian fisher — Saunazar . There teaches rocks and prouder seas to ...
... rage , Marching in tragic state , and buskin'd equipage ? And now of late th ' Italian fisher swain Sits on the shore to watch his trembling line , Line 18th , Th ' Italian fisher — Saunazar . There teaches rocks and prouder seas to ...
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... ( Unwilling now to grow , ) Looks like the plume a captain wears , Whose rifled falls are steept in tears VOL . I. Which from his last rage flow . B The piteous river wept itself away Long since ( alas 17 Hymn to Contentment,
... ( Unwilling now to grow , ) Looks like the plume a captain wears , Whose rifled falls are steept in tears VOL . I. Which from his last rage flow . B The piteous river wept itself away Long since ( alas 17 Hymn to Contentment,
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... rage Thyself traduced , and curse a thankless age : Nor yet for this decline the generous strife , These ills , brave man , shall quit thee with thy life ; Alive , though stained by every abject slave , Secure of fame and justice in the ...
... rage Thyself traduced , and curse a thankless age : Nor yet for this decline the generous strife , These ills , brave man , shall quit thee with thy life ; Alive , though stained by every abject slave , Secure of fame and justice in the ...
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... rage and rancour fell . The rural pipe and merry lay No more shall chear the happy day : No social scenes of gay delight Beguile the dreary winter night : No strains but those of sorrow flow , And nought be heard but sounds of woe ...
... rage and rancour fell . The rural pipe and merry lay No more shall chear the happy day : No social scenes of gay delight Beguile the dreary winter night : No strains but those of sorrow flow , And nought be heard but sounds of woe ...
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... rage of battle ceased , The victor's soul was not appeased ; The naked and forlorn must feel Devouring flames , and murdering steel ! The pious mother , doomed to death , Forsaken , wanders o'er the heath ; The bleak wind whistles round ...
... rage of battle ceased , The victor's soul was not appeased ; The naked and forlorn must feel Devouring flames , and murdering steel ! The pious mother , doomed to death , Forsaken , wanders o'er the heath ; The bleak wind whistles round ...
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Страница 84 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, 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, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Страница 210 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For Nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Страница 89 - There must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill; Tis Fancy's land to which thou sett'st thy feet; Where still, 'tis said, the fairy people meet, Beneath each birken shade, on mead or hill. There, each trim lass, that skims the milky store, To the swart tribes their creamy bowls allots ; By night they sip it round the cottage door, While airy minstrels warble jocund notes.
Страница 22 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights, Wherein you spend your folly : There's nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy...
Страница 217 - No sedge-crowned sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend...
Страница 65 - TIMELY blossom, Infant fair, Fondling of a happy pair, Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight, Sleeping, waking, still at ease, Pleasing, without skill to please ; Little gossip, blithe and hale, Tattling many a broken tale, Singing many a tuneless song, Lavish of a heedless tongue ; Simple maiden, void of art, Babbling out the very heart, Yet...
Страница 89 - But think far off how, on the southern coast, I met thy friendship with an equal flame!
Страница 90 - These are the themes of simple, sure effect, That add new conquests to her boundless reign, And fill, with double force, her heart-commanding strain.
Страница 43 - The silent heart, which grief assails, Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales, Sees daisies open, rivers run, And seeks (as I have vainly done) Amusing thought ; but learns to know That solitude 's the nurse of woe.
Страница 40 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. Be fair or foul, or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.