New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, Том 3 |
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... Sigh no more , ladies Ariel's Song Song . To Celia . • Page Hon . Charles F. 223 Leyden . 224 Southey . 232 Anonymous . 234 Miss Mitford . 235 P. M. James . 236 Leigh Hunt . 239 Rev. S. Hoole . 241 Anonymous . 245 Shakspeare . 247 ...
... Sigh no more , ladies Ariel's Song Song . To Celia . • Page Hon . Charles F. 223 Leyden . 224 Southey . 232 Anonymous . 234 Miss Mitford . 235 P. M. James . 236 Leigh Hunt . 239 Rev. S. Hoole . 241 Anonymous . 245 Shakspeare . 247 ...
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... Sigh . Song . On a Kiss . Song - Let the lovesick boy A Rondeau . Pleasure and Desire • Song - I've roam'd through many Song . The Maid of Catmose Friendship , Love , and Truth The Soldier Song - When the black • Bloomfield . 273 ...
... Sigh . Song . On a Kiss . Song - Let the lovesick boy A Rondeau . Pleasure and Desire • Song - I've roam'd through many Song . The Maid of Catmose Friendship , Love , and Truth The Soldier Song - When the black • Bloomfield . 273 ...
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... sighs ? A fiery meteor , called by various names , such as Will with the Wisp , Jack with the Lantern , & c . It hovers in the air over marshy and fenny places . His fear - shook limbs have lost their youthful force ODES . 5.
... sighs ? A fiery meteor , called by various names , such as Will with the Wisp , Jack with the Lantern , & c . It hovers in the air over marshy and fenny places . His fear - shook limbs have lost their youthful force ODES . 5.
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... sighing , sinks ! but sinks to soar . * When we were ready to set out , our host muttered some words in the ear of our cattle . - See a Voyage to the North of Europe in 1653 . + The Bramins expose their bodies to the intense heat of the ...
... sighing , sinks ! but sinks to soar . * When we were ready to set out , our host muttered some words in the ear of our cattle . - See a Voyage to the North of Europe in 1653 . + The Bramins expose their bodies to the intense heat of the ...
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... sighs , While from each shrine still small responses rise . Hear with what heartfelt beat the midnight bell Flings its slow summons through the hollow pile ! The weak wan votarist leaves her twilight cell , To walk , with taper dim ...
... sighs , While from each shrine still small responses rise . Hear with what heartfelt beat the midnight bell Flings its slow summons through the hollow pile ! The weak wan votarist leaves her twilight cell , To walk , with taper dim ...
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Anacreon ANNA SEWARD beams beauty beneath blast bless'd bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH charms cheek cheer courser crown'd dark dear death deep delight dreams earth fair fairy Fancy fire flame flowers fond gale gentle Glastonbury Abbey gloom glory glow golden grace green grief groves hail hast hear heart heaven hill Hope hour Ianthe King King Arthur Lesbia light lone lyre maid Motezuma mourn murmurs Muse Musidora Naiads Nature's night numbers nymph o'er Old Matlock Ovid pale pensive Petrarch plain poison'd R. A. DAVENPORT rage rapture rills round scenes shade shed shine sighs sing sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound Spring storm stranger band stream sweet swell tears thee thine thou train trembling vale vermil voice wake warbling wave wild wind wing youth
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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 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Стр. 251 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free; Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all th' adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
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. 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. 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. 24 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
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. 316 - I know that all the muse's heavenly lays, With toil of sprite which are so dearly bought, As idle sounds, of few or none are sought, That there is nothing lighter than mere praise.