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Sweet Echo , sweetest Nymph ! that livest unseen Within thy aery shell , By slow
Meander ' s margent green , And in the violet - embroider ' d vale , Where the love
- lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well ; Canst thou not ...
Sweet Echo , sweetest Nymph ! that livest unseen Within thy aery shell , By slow
Meander ' s margent green , And in the violet - embroider ' d vale , Where the love
- lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well ; Canst thou not ...
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I do not think my sister so to seek , Or so unprincipled in virtue ' s book , And the
sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever , As that the single want of light and
noise ( Not being in danger , as I trust she is not ) Could stir the constant mood of
her ...
I do not think my sister so to seek , Or so unprincipled in virtue ' s book , And the
sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever , As that the single want of light and
noise ( Not being in danger , as I trust she is not ) Could stir the constant mood of
her ...
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... Waxing well of his deep wound In slumber soft , and on the ground Sadly sits
the ' Assyrian queen : But far above in spangled sheen Celestial Cupid , her
famed son , advanced , Holds his dear Psyche sweet entranced , After her
wandering ...
... Waxing well of his deep wound In slumber soft , and on the ground Sadly sits
the ' Assyrian queen : But far above in spangled sheen Celestial Cupid , her
famed son , advanced , Holds his dear Psyche sweet entranced , After her
wandering ...
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... fled , Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar ' d head ? Or wert thou that just
maid , who once before Forsook the hated earth , O tell me sooth , And camest
again to visit us once more ? Or wert thou , Mercy , that sweet - smiling youth ?
... fled , Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar ' d head ? Or wert thou that just
maid , who once before Forsook the hated earth , O tell me sooth , And camest
again to visit us once more ? Or wert thou , Mercy , that sweet - smiling youth ?
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After this thy travel sore Sweet rest seize thee evermore ; That , to give the world
increase , Shorten ' d hast thy own life ' s lease . Here , besides the sorrowing
That thy noble house doth bring , Here be tears of perfect moan Wept for thee in ...
After this thy travel sore Sweet rest seize thee evermore ; That , to give the world
increase , Shorten ' d hast thy own life ' s lease . Here , besides the sorrowing
That thy noble house doth bring , Here be tears of perfect moan Wept for thee in ...
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Страница 120 - AC ! this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Страница 126 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, (If ye have power to touch our senses so) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the base of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th
Страница 128 - 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 61 - He tugged, he shook, till down they came, and drew The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder, Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors, or priests, Their choice nobility and flower, not only Of this, but each Philistian city round, Met from all parts to solemnize this feast. Samson, with these immixed, inevitably Pulled down the same destruction on himself; The vulgar only 'scaped who stood without.
Страница 110 - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arrived so near ; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits indu'th.
Страница 72 - The star that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream, And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east. Meanwhile, welcome joy and feast, Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.
Страница 64 - What the unsearchable dispose Of highest Wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns, And to his faithful champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously ; whence Gaza mourns, And all that band them to resist His uncontrollable intent ; His servants he, with new acquist Of true experience, from this great event, With peace and consolation hath dismist, And calm of mind, all passion spent.
Страница 118 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Страница 79 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell, of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Страница 126 - tis said, Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
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| Заглавие | The British Poets: Including Translations ... Том 18 от The British Poets: Including Translations, British poets |
| Автор | British poets |
| Издател | C. Whittingham, 1822 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 28 септ. 2006 |
| Експортиране на описанието | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |