New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, Том 4 |
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... wandering eyes Of the lone hermit all her charms unfold ? Or , gemm'd with dew , bid her gay florets rise To grace the rustic master of the fold ? Shall these possess her bright , her fragrant store , ELEGANT EXTRACTS . P. VII .
... wandering eyes Of the lone hermit all her charms unfold ? Or , gemm'd with dew , bid her gay florets rise To grace the rustic master of the fold ? Shall these possess her bright , her fragrant store , ELEGANT EXTRACTS . P. VII .
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... grace the bosom of the nymph I love ? For she shall come ; with her each sister - grace , With her the kindred powers of harmony , The deep recesses of the grove shall trace , And hang with flowers each consecrated tree . Blithe Fancy ...
... grace the bosom of the nymph I love ? For she shall come ; with her each sister - grace , With her the kindred powers of harmony , The deep recesses of the grove shall trace , And hang with flowers each consecrated tree . Blithe Fancy ...
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... grace my Anna's breast . Ye droop , fond flowers ! But did ye know What worth , what goodness there reside , Your cups with liveliest tints would glow , And spread their leaves with conscious pride . For there has liberal Nature join'd ...
... grace my Anna's breast . Ye droop , fond flowers ! But did ye know What worth , what goodness there reside , Your cups with liveliest tints would glow , And spread their leaves with conscious pride . For there has liberal Nature join'd ...
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... grace neglected flies ; My languid eyes no longer glow , Their sparkling lustre dimm'd with woe Slow lingering thus , I sink into the tomb , Nor would I breathe a wish to ' avert the ' un- timely doom . For now , alas ! these boasted ...
... grace neglected flies ; My languid eyes no longer glow , Their sparkling lustre dimm'd with woe Slow lingering thus , I sink into the tomb , Nor would I breathe a wish to ' avert the ' un- timely doom . For now , alas ! these boasted ...
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... grace arose on every charm . Slow I obey'd , though music gave command , Her palm's soft touch one moment to resign ; Again , ere music bade , I seized her hand , And lock'd the lovely treasure fast in mine . If then that momentary loss ...
... grace arose on every charm . Slow I obey'd , though music gave command , Her palm's soft touch one moment to resign ; Again , ere music bade , I seized her hand , And lock'd the lovely treasure fast in mine . If then that momentary loss ...
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adieu beams beauty beguile beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom cold bower breast breath bright CHARLOTTE SMITH charm cheek cheer dark dear death despair dream e'er ELEGY eyes fade fair Fair city Fancy farewell fate feel flame flowers fond gale gay nature gentle gloom glow grace grave grief grove hast hear heart Heaven honours hope HOTWELLS hour hour of victory life's lips lonely LORD BYRON love restore love's Lover Lycidas lyre Maid with bosom mind Monody morn mourn Muse Naiad ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pangs pass'd peace pity pride rapture rill rise round scenes scorn shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song soothe sorrows soul spring strain stream sweet tear tempest tender thee thine thou thought tomb Twas vale virtue voice wake wandering wave weep wild winds youth
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Страница 170 - Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart ; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Страница 193 - Ay me, I fondly dream, Had ye been there! — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Страница 172 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Страница 195 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Страница 198 - Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Страница 197 - Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold ; Look homeward, angel, now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Страница 197 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, 180 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Страница 193 - O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return! Thee, Shepherd, thee the Woods, and desert Caves, With wild Thyme and the gadding Vine o'ergrown, And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays.
Страница 170 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Страница 126 - Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.