Laura: Or, An Anthology of Sonnets, (on the Petrarcan Model,) and Elegiac Quatuorzains: English, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, French, and German; Original and Translated ; Great Part Never Before Published, Том 2R. Taylor, 1814 |
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Стр. xxviii
... Bliss in Thee : And never o'er this thought may chill Oblivion flow ! 24 Jul . 1803. C. L. Nacque PETRARCA à di xx dì Luglio ; MCCCIV . Passò poi a più felice Vita à dì XVIII di Luglio : MCCCLXXIV . XXIX . SWEET ECHO . LYRIC . SWEET ...
... Bliss in Thee : And never o'er this thought may chill Oblivion flow ! 24 Jul . 1803. C. L. Nacque PETRARCA à di xx dì Luglio ; MCCCIV . Passò poi a più felice Vita à dì XVIII di Luglio : MCCCLXXIV . XXIX . SWEET ECHO . LYRIC . SWEET ...
Стр. xlix
... Whate'er beside of Bliss from Earth is flown , The Lyre , and thy blest Voice , O Muse , reply To that symphonious Power which fills the unbounded Sky ! Sund . 7 Sept. 1800. C. L. L. TRANSLATION OF THE SONNET ( v ) " Qui QUATUORZAIN .
... Whate'er beside of Bliss from Earth is flown , The Lyre , and thy blest Voice , O Muse , reply To that symphonious Power which fills the unbounded Sky ! Sund . 7 Sept. 1800. C. L. L. TRANSLATION OF THE SONNET ( v ) " Qui QUATUORZAIN .
Стр. lxiii
... Bliss divine ; - Nor can my Heart her Constancy reprove . Why does she then society decline With me , me whose Desires never from her remove ? 2 . ✪ Night , return and give her to my Arms ! Full of Constraint and tedious is the Day ...
... Bliss divine ; - Nor can my Heart her Constancy reprove . Why does she then society decline With me , me whose Desires never from her remove ? 2 . ✪ Night , return and give her to my Arms ! Full of Constraint and tedious is the Day ...
Стр. lxv
... the soul of Energies refin'd Which give the Bliss they waken'd to endure . Ye Muses , Graces , Love and Hymen twine This Chaplet for my peerless Valentine ! Written 12 Febr . 1802. C. I .. LXVI . TO THE HOUR GLASS . KEPT IN A SONNET .
... the soul of Energies refin'd Which give the Bliss they waken'd to endure . Ye Muses , Graces , Love and Hymen twine This Chaplet for my peerless Valentine ! Written 12 Febr . 1802. C. I .. LXVI . TO THE HOUR GLASS . KEPT IN A SONNET .
Стр. lxxi
... Bliss my Fate may disallow , For her with tenderest Affection flows . Fair Regent of the Night , my JULIA keep ! On her sweet eye - lids breathe thy softest sleep ! Monday , 27 Jul . , 10 in the Evening , 1801. C. L. * Endymion . LXXII ...
... Bliss my Fate may disallow , For her with tenderest Affection flows . Fair Regent of the Night , my JULIA keep ! On her sweet eye - lids breathe thy softest sleep ! Monday , 27 Jul . , 10 in the Evening , 1801. C. L. * Endymion . LXXII ...
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Amor ANNE BANNERMAN beam Beauty beneath blest Bliss bloom bosom breast breathe bright CHARLOTTE SMITH charm chear Ciel dark dear Death delight DI PETRARCA divine dolce e'en Earth ELEGIAC fair Fate Flowers fond gale gentle glide gloom glow Grace green Grief hast hath Heart Heaven HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS HENRY KIRKE WHITE hope hopes and fears hour Life's light lonely lov'd Love lustre Lyre meco Melody mild MILTON Mind MISS SARAH WATSON mourn murmurs Muse Nature's Night numbers Nymph o'er occhi pale pensier pensive PETRARCA piagge Pity pleasure POEMS Pommi praise QUATUORZAIN rest ROBERT BLOOMFIELD SARAH WATSON FINCH scene SEWARD shade shine sighs smile soft Song SONNET soothe Sorrow Soul Spirit strains stream sweet tear tender thee thine thou thought thy majesty TRANSLATION TROSTON Vale Vide wandering weep wild Winds wizzard wonted Youth ΤΟ
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Стр. cxxxv - 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. cii - 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. cvii - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Стр. cix - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay ; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Стр. xxix - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Стр. xlvi - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth That I to manhood am arrived so near ; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Стр. cii - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Стр. xlvi - 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.
Стр. lxxxix - LET me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever -fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. cxlviii - Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the hill of heavenly truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast...