New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets and Poetical Translators, Том 3C. and C. Whittingham, 1823 |
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... golden height . The statue , waking with immortal powers ‡ , Springs from its parent earth , and shakes the spheres ; The indignant pyramid sublimely towers , And braves the effort of a host of years . Sweet Music breathes her soul into ...
... golden height . The statue , waking with immortal powers ‡ , Springs from its parent earth , and shakes the spheres ; The indignant pyramid sublimely towers , And braves the effort of a host of years . Sweet Music breathes her soul into ...
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... golden pall , Amid Cilgarran's castle hall , Sublime , in formidable state And warlike splendour , Henry sat ; Prepared to stain the briny flood Of Shannon's lakes with rebel blood . Illumining the vaulted roof , A thousand torches ...
... golden pall , Amid Cilgarran's castle hall , Sublime , in formidable state And warlike splendour , Henry sat ; Prepared to stain the briny flood Of Shannon's lakes with rebel blood . Illumining the vaulted roof , A thousand torches ...
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... golden bliss to dwell ; Where , crown'd with wreaths of mistletoe , Slaughter'd kings in glory go : But when he fell , with winged speed His champions , on a milkwhite steed , From the battle's hurricane Bore him to Joseph's towered ...
... golden bliss to dwell ; Where , crown'd with wreaths of mistletoe , Slaughter'd kings in glory go : But when he fell , with winged speed His champions , on a milkwhite steed , From the battle's hurricane Bore him to Joseph's towered ...
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... And break the gathering storm . As down the summer stream of vice The thoughtless many glide , Upwards you steer your steady bark , And stem the rushing tide . Where Guilt her foul contagion spreads , And golden spoils ODES . 51.
... And break the gathering storm . As down the summer stream of vice The thoughtless many glide , Upwards you steer your steady bark , And stem the rushing tide . Where Guilt her foul contagion spreads , And golden spoils ODES . 51.
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... golden spoils allure , Unspotted still your garments shine , — Your hands are ever pure . Whene'er you touch the poet's lyre A loftier strain is heard ; Each ardent thought is yours alone , And every burning word . Yours is the large ...
... golden spoils allure , Unspotted still your garments shine , — Your hands are ever pure . Whene'er you touch the poet's lyre A loftier strain is heard ; Each ardent thought is yours alone , And every burning word . Yours is the large ...
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Стр. 250 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Стр. 315 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when...
Стр. 313 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 314 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Стр. 326 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Стр. 330 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Стр. 24 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow. BATTLE OF THE BALTIC...
Стр. 313 - ... no help, come let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, —...
Стр. 327 - Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
Стр. 324 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.