The chaplet, poems, partly original and partly selected1805 |
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... beneath one sod , For ever he remains . Oft at his grave , the constant hind , And plighted maid are seen ; With garlands gay , and true - love knots ;聊 They deck the sacred green ; But swain forsworn , whoe'er thou art , This hallow'd ...
... beneath one sod , For ever he remains . Oft at his grave , the constant hind , And plighted maid are seen ; With garlands gay , and true - love knots ;聊 They deck the sacred green ; But swain forsworn , whoe'er thou art , This hallow'd ...
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... in their sulphury canopy . Few , few shall part where many meet , The snow shall be their winding sheet , And every sod beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre . THE ORPHAN BOY'S TALE . Stay , lady , stay 18.
... in their sulphury canopy . Few , few shall part where many meet , The snow shall be their winding sheet , And every sod beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre . THE ORPHAN BOY'S TALE . Stay , lady , stay 18.
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... beneath the shade I lay , Opprest by Sol's meridian ray , When to my eyes , in vision bright , Appear'd the queen of soft delight ; Young cupid in her hand she led , Who bashful hung his little head : " Here , gentle swain ! " the ...
... beneath the shade I lay , Opprest by Sol's meridian ray , When to my eyes , in vision bright , Appear'd the queen of soft delight ; Young cupid in her hand she led , Who bashful hung his little head : " Here , gentle swain ! " the ...
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... fleeting form Of happiness be found ? Does it amidst the frolic mirth Of gay assemblies dwell ? Or hide beneath the solemn gloom , That shades the Hermit's cell ? How oft the laughing brow of joy , A sick'ning F 2 51.
... fleeting form Of happiness be found ? Does it amidst the frolic mirth Of gay assemblies dwell ? Or hide beneath the solemn gloom , That shades the Hermit's cell ? How oft the laughing brow of joy , A sick'ning F 2 51.
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... Beneath thy soft indulgent eye , The modest virtues dwell . Simplicity in Attic vest , And Innocence with candid breast , And clear undaunted eye ; And Hope , who points to distant years , Fair op'ning thro ' this vale of tears A vista ...
... Beneath thy soft indulgent eye , The modest virtues dwell . Simplicity in Attic vest , And Innocence with candid breast , And clear undaunted eye ; And Hope , who points to distant years , Fair op'ning thro ' this vale of tears A vista ...
Términos y frases comunes
art thou beams beauty Beauty's beneath blast bless blest blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow charms cheek clasp'd cotton grass Croesus dear death delight despair dread drest dwell ev'ry Fanny blooming fair fate fear feel flow flowers fond form'd gale gentle glow grace grave grief hand happy hard fate hast hear heart Heav'n hope hour lady lips lov'd lyre maid Mary morn ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pang passions peace Pity poor pow'r praise pride rage rais'd rapture rest rise round shade sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spring swain sweet sweet sensation swell tear tempests tender thee thine thou thro trembling Twas vale virgin's first love virtue voice vows waves wild wild passion willow wind winding sheet wing youth
Pasajes populares
Página 18 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun,' Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry...
Página 16 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Página 176 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
Página 14 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Página 87 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song: And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
Página 19 - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. " Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And...
Página 163 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Página 40 - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is ; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
Página 176 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, My Mary!
Página 17 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.