Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices, and An Essay on English Poetry, Том 5Thomas Campbell J. Murray, 1819 |
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... Taste WILLIAM MESTON 163 ib . • 174 The Cobbler . - An Irish Tale ( from Mother Grim's Tales ) 175 • THOMAS WARTON 184 • Retirement . - An Ode ib . Verses written after seeing Windsor Castle An American Love Ode ( from the second Volume ...
... Taste WILLIAM MESTON 163 ib . • 174 The Cobbler . - An Irish Tale ( from Mother Grim's Tales ) 175 • THOMAS WARTON 184 • Retirement . - An Ode ib . Verses written after seeing Windsor Castle An American Love Ode ( from the second Volume ...
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... taste her breath , I warm her and am warmed . Look up , Almeria , bless me with thy eyes ; Look on thy love , thy lover , and thy husband ! Alm . I have sworn I'll not wed Garcia : why do ye force me ? Is this a father ? Osm . Look on ...
... taste her breath , I warm her and am warmed . Look up , Almeria , bless me with thy eyes ; Look on thy love , thy lover , and thy husband ! Alm . I have sworn I'll not wed Garcia : why do ye force me ? Is this a father ? Osm . Look on ...
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... the news , To see old friends , brush off the clown , And quicken taste at coming down , Unhurt by sickness ' blasting rage , And slowly mellowing in age , When Fate extends its gathering gripe , Fall off like MATTHEW GREEN . 53.
... the news , To see old friends , brush off the clown , And quicken taste at coming down , Unhurt by sickness ' blasting rage , And slowly mellowing in age , When Fate extends its gathering gripe , Fall off like MATTHEW GREEN . 53.
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... taste a joy on earth That center'd not in thee , since last we parted ; May we ne'er meet again , but thy loud wrongs So close the ear of mercy to my cries , That I may never see those bright abodes Where truth and virtue only have ...
... taste a joy on earth That center'd not in thee , since last we parted ; May we ne'er meet again , but thy loud wrongs So close the ear of mercy to my cries , That I may never see those bright abodes Where truth and virtue only have ...
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... taste the joys of sense and reason join'd . On her I'll gaze , when others loves are o'er , And dying press her with my clay - cold hand- ' Thou weep'st already , as I were no more , Nor can that gentle breast the thought withstand . Oh ...
... taste the joys of sense and reason join'd . On her I'll gaze , when others loves are o'er , And dying press her with my clay - cold hand- ' Thou weep'st already , as I were no more , Nor can that gentle breast the thought withstand . Oh ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
Æsop ALLAN RAMSAY beneath Biron blest bliss BORN bosom breast breath bright charms COLLEY CIBBER crown'd Cuddy dear death delight e'er earth Ev'n eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear fond gentle GEORGE LILLO GEORGE SEWELL give grace grave Grongar Hill hair hand happy hast head hear heart heaven heel I three JOHN VANBRUGH Jove LEONARD WELSTED live Lord Lubberkin maid Metis mind Moria mortal Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain peace plain pleas'd pleasure poet praise pride rise round seem'd shade shining sighs sing sleep smile soft song soon soul spleen swain sweet swelling sylphs taste tears tell Thalestris thee THOMAS WARTON thou thought trembling turn me thrice Twas Venus vows ween WILLIAM SHENSTONE Wilm Wilmot wind wings wretch youth
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Страница 121 - Planets through the boundless Sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the Moon's pale Light Pursue the Stars that shoot athwart the Night ; Or suck the Mists in grosser Air below, Or dip their Pinions in the painted Bow, Or brew fierce Tempests on the wintry Main, Or o'er the Glebe distil the kindly Rain.
Страница 312 - TO EVENING. If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Страница 42 - India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright; Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms. Let not my pretty Susan mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms, William shall to his dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.