New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, Том 6 |
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... feeling heart , That in his sufferings claims an equal part . ' * * * * While on her couch she sunk , in trance pro- Medea's sorrows soft oblivion drown'd ; [ found , * Hecate was daughter of Perseus , or Perses and Asteria . Yet ...
... feeling heart , That in his sufferings claims an equal part . ' * * * * While on her couch she sunk , in trance pro- Medea's sorrows soft oblivion drown'd ; [ found , * Hecate was daughter of Perseus , or Perses and Asteria . Yet ...
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... my bosom steel ? A sister's anguish why refuse to feel ? Maternal terrors for her sons arise , Wilt thou , relentless , mark her tears and cries ? Think , savage as thou art , ' tis thine 56 P. XI . ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
... my bosom steel ? A sister's anguish why refuse to feel ? Maternal terrors for her sons arise , Wilt thou , relentless , mark her tears and cries ? Think , savage as thou art , ' tis thine 56 P. XI . ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
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... feels the fluttering heart With feverish throbbings in her bosom dart . As when , from caldron or capacious vase , The trembling lymph reflects the solar face ; Uncertain glancing round some chamber walls , Now here , now there , the ...
... feels the fluttering heart With feverish throbbings in her bosom dart . As when , from caldron or capacious vase , The trembling lymph reflects the solar face ; Uncertain glancing round some chamber walls , Now here , now there , the ...
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... feels ; And indolently hangs his rapid wing , While gentle sleep his closing eyelid seals ; And o'er his heaving wings in loose array To every balmy gale the ' ruffling feathers play . E'en Mars , stern god of violence and war , Soothes ...
... feels ; And indolently hangs his rapid wing , While gentle sleep his closing eyelid seals ; And o'er his heaving wings in loose array To every balmy gale the ' ruffling feathers play . E'en Mars , stern god of violence and war , Soothes ...
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... feel the little wild bee's touch , How must the heart , oh , Cupid ! be , The hapless heart that's stung by thee ! ' T. MOORE . FLY not , because revolving time Hath silver'd o'er Anacreon's brow , Nor , glorying in thy flowery prime ...
... feel the little wild bee's touch , How must the heart , oh , Cupid ! be , The hapless heart that's stung by thee ! ' T. MOORE . FLY not , because revolving time Hath silver'd o'er Anacreon's brow , Nor , glorying in thy flowery prime ...
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Admetus Æneas Armida arms AUSONIUS beam beauteous behold bend beneath bird bless'd bliss bloom blushing bosom breast breath bright brow charms Cocytus coursers cried crown'd dark dart dear death deep delight doom'd dread e'en earth eyes FABLIAU fade fair falchion fate fear fire fix'd flame flowers fond gaze glow gods gold golden grace hand hast hear heart heaven hour Jove LATIN Lausus light limbs lips maid MELEAGER Mezentius mighty mourn ne'er night nymph o'er once pain pale pass'd PAUL THE SILENTIARY Phlegethon plain press'd pride rage repose rest Rhadamanthus Rodomont roll'd rose round seem'd shade shining shore sighs silvan Simoïs sire SIRMIO skies sleep smile soft song soothe soul spread spring steeds stream sweet Tartarus tears tempest thee thine thou toil trembling Twas vermil voice waves wild wildgrave winds wound wretched youth
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