The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie: With Lord Byron's English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Hours of IdlenessBaynes and Son, 1824 - 446 страници |
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... On the Report of a Monument to be erected in West- minster Abbey , to the Memory of a late Author ( Churchill ) • The Judgment of Paris The Wolf and Shepherds .. 210 215 230 TRANSLATIONS . Anacreon . Ode XXII . The Beginning of CONTENTS .
... On the Report of a Monument to be erected in West- minster Abbey , to the Memory of a late Author ( Churchill ) • The Judgment of Paris The Wolf and Shepherds .. 210 215 230 TRANSLATIONS . Anacreon . Ode XXII . The Beginning of CONTENTS .
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... late at silent eve she penn'd the fold . Deep in the grove , beneath the secret shade , A various wreath of odorous flowers she made : * Gay - motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils she chose , The violet blue that on the moss - bank grows ...
... late at silent eve she penn'd the fold . Deep in the grove , beneath the secret shade , A various wreath of odorous flowers she made : * Gay - motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils she chose , The violet blue that on the moss - bank grows ...
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... late Corneille , with Lucan's spirit fired , Breathed the free strain , as Rome and he inspired : And classic Judgment gain'd to sweet Racine The temperate strength of Maro's chaster line . But wilder far the British laurel spread , And ...
... late Corneille , with Lucan's spirit fired , Breathed the free strain , as Rome and he inspired : And classic Judgment gain'd to sweet Racine The temperate strength of Maro's chaster line . But wilder far the British laurel spread , And ...
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... late , they joy'd in Preston's fight , Saw , at sad Falkirk , all their hopes near crown'd ! They raved ! divining , through their second sight , Pale , red Culloden , where these hopes were drown'd ! Illustrious William ! Britain's ...
... late , they joy'd in Preston's fight , Saw , at sad Falkirk , all their hopes near crown'd ! They raved ! divining , through their second sight , Pale , red Culloden , where these hopes were drown'd ! Illustrious William ! Britain's ...
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... late arisen a practice of giving to adjectives derived from substantives the termination of participles ; such as the cul- tured plain , the daisied bank ; but I was sorry to see , in the lines of a scholar like Gray , the honied Spring ...
... late arisen a practice of giving to adjectives derived from substantives the termination of participles ; such as the cul- tured plain , the daisied bank ; but I was sorry to see , in the lines of a scholar like Gray , the honied Spring ...
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Страница 97 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Страница 70 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Страница 201 - And darkness and doubt are now flying away ; No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn. So breaks on the traveller, faint, and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, And Beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
Страница 81 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Страница 35 - tis said, when all were fired, Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatch'd her instruments of sound, And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each, for Madness ruled the hour, Would prove his own expressive power.
Страница 97 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Страница 96 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 99 - 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 thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 70 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Страница 80 - Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart...