 | 1804 - 452 страници
...Heaven's high way:" and Pope, " Far as the solar walk or milky way."— Gray, in his Bard, " Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes: Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart." Otway makes Priuli exclaim, to his daughter, that she is "Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life.... | |
 | E. H. Seymour - 1805 - 500 страници
...conjunction, and adopt that mode of expression which is called the phraseology of Shaksp eare's age: " Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, " Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart." Gray. The Bard. 67. " The ass in compound with the major part of your syllables" I suppose there is... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 страници
...' The famisli'd eaglet screams and passes by. ' Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, * DearJ as the light that visits these sad eyes, * Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, 1 Ye dy'd amidst your dying country's cries...... * Ho more I -weep. They do not sleep; ' On yonder... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 страници
...culled the eagle's nest. That bird is certainly no ' 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, ' Ye died amidst your dying country's cries ' No more I weep. They do not sleep. ' On yonder cliffs,... | |
 | Isaac Disraeli - 1807 - 606 страници
...though copied from Dryden, ".Far as the SOLAR WAI.K, or milky way." ., Gray has in his " Bard" " Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart." Gray himself points out the imitation in Shakspeare, of the latter image ; but it is curious to observe... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 страници
...' 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, ' Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — ' No more I weep. They do not sleep. ' On yonder cliffs,... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 страници
...: ' The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. ' Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, ' Dear, as ll drink him till thcv burst. Old Cotta sham'd h'rs fortune and his birth, Ye mart, ' Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — ' No more 1 weep. They do not sleep. • On yonder... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 622 страници
...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 ", Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — fir cnst as the river Conway. R. Hygden, speaking... | |
 | Richard Clark - 1814 - 530 страници
...his craggy bed : ' Mountains, ye mourn in vain : ' 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, ' Ye died amidst your dying country's cries. ' No more I weep. They do not sleep. ' On yonder cliffs,... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1815 - 354 страници
...love, pine, mourn, and adore in seeret ; this you must not deny me : you will ever he to m,:~" Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart !" I hare not patienee to read the puritanie serawl! Vile sophistry! ye heavens ! thou God of nature... | |
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Far, far aloof th' 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, Ye died amidst your dying country's... 
