Beauties of the Modern Poets: In Selections from the Works of Byron, Moore, Scott [and Others] : with Many Fugitive Pieces of Distinguished MeritWightman and Cramp, 1826 - 392 páginas |
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... smile , but kindled on Virtue's own fair shrine - a love that is sublimated , and refined from every base , sensual , and selfish admixture- a courageous , a self - denying , and life enduring love - a love that will bear all things ...
... smile , but kindled on Virtue's own fair shrine - a love that is sublimated , and refined from every base , sensual , and selfish admixture- a courageous , a self - denying , and life enduring love - a love that will bear all things ...
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... smiling near ? - Tis distance lends enchantment to the view , And robes the mountain in its azure hue . Thus with delight we linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way , Thus from afar each dim - discovered scene More ...
... smiling near ? - Tis distance lends enchantment to the view , And robes the mountain in its azure hue . Thus with delight we linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way , Thus from afar each dim - discovered scene More ...
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... smile yon hills of vivid green ; O'er the heath , and o'er the plain Will howl the storm , will drive the rain.- And ... smiles ! where are you now ? One moment since that cheek how red ! And now the blush of conquest fled : Those locks ...
... smile yon hills of vivid green ; O'er the heath , and o'er the plain Will howl the storm , will drive the rain.- And ... smiles ! where are you now ? One moment since that cheek how red ! And now the blush of conquest fled : Those locks ...
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... smiles are what they seem ; Hast proved how oft with gems divine My fancy decked a worthless shrine : Hast shewn my sad and weary breast , This world was not its home of rest.- O truths that sages vainly preach ! O lore , that none but ...
... smiles are what they seem ; Hast proved how oft with gems divine My fancy decked a worthless shrine : Hast shewn my sad and weary breast , This world was not its home of rest.- O truths that sages vainly preach ! O lore , that none but ...
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... remains , Branchless and bare , and shattered to the stem . How lonely , drear , and desolate the scene , Where , brightly smiling , in , her kindest mood , Nature , but now , a paradise disclosed ! I MORAL AND PATHETIC PIECES . 17.
... remains , Branchless and bare , and shattered to the stem . How lonely , drear , and desolate the scene , Where , brightly smiling , in , her kindest mood , Nature , but now , a paradise disclosed ! I MORAL AND PATHETIC PIECES . 17.
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Beauties of the Modern Poets: In Selections from the Works of Byron, Moore ... William Wordsworth,David Carey Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
admiring bands amid Argentine barbed horse Barry Cornwall beam beauty beneath billows blaze blood blue bosom bower brave breast breath bright brow charm cheek child clouds cold dark dear death death or freedom deep delight dread dream earth Edward Bruce fair fairy fear feel fierce fire fled flowers gaze gentle glide gloom glory glow grave guardian band hast hath heard heart heaven hope hour Inchcape Rock Joanna Baillie lady light lips lone look look'd Lord Lord Byron lost for love maid moon morning ne'er night o'er ocean pale pride R. B. SHERIDAN rapture rest rock rose round Sappho seem'd shade shone shore sigh silent sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit star stood storm sweet tears thee thine thou thought toy'd trembling Twas voice wave weep wild wind wings youth
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Página 250 - The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain, Slaves by their own compulsion ! In mad game They burst their manacles and wear the name Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain ! O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour ; But thou nor swell's!
Página 125 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Página 26 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Página 208 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Página 312 - Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Página 97 - Her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp ; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent heart — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody...
Página 169 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Página 178 - And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.
Página 124 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Página 127 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.