New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, Volumen3 |
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... wind , To hear his harp by British Fairfax strung ! Prevailing poet ! whose undoubting mind Believed the magic wonders which he sung ; Hence , at each sound , imagination glows ! Hence , at each picture , vivid life starts here ! Hence ...
... wind , To hear his harp by British Fairfax strung ! Prevailing poet ! whose undoubting mind Believed the magic wonders which he sung ; Hence , at each sound , imagination glows ! Hence , at each picture , vivid life starts here ! Hence ...
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... wind , And bright - eyed Painting stamps the image of the mind . II . 2 . Round their rude ark old Egypt's sorcerers rise ! A timbrel'd anthem swells the gale , And bids the God of Thunders hail § , With lowings loud the captive God ...
... wind , And bright - eyed Painting stamps the image of the mind . II . 2 . Round their rude ark old Egypt's sorcerers rise ! A timbrel'd anthem swells the gale , And bids the God of Thunders hail § , With lowings loud the captive God ...
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... wind ! Where , like a man beloved of God , Through glooms , which never woodman trod , How oft , pursuing fancies holy , My moonlight way o'er flowering weeds I wound , Inspired , beyond the guess of folly , By each rude shape and wild ...
... wind ! Where , like a man beloved of God , Through glooms , which never woodman trod , How oft , pursuing fancies holy , My moonlight way o'er flowering weeds I wound , Inspired , beyond the guess of folly , By each rude shape and wild ...
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... winds and playmate of the And there I felt thee - on that seacliff's verge Whose pines , scarce travel'd by the breeze above , Had made one murmur with the distant surge ! Yes ! while I stood and gazed , my temples bare , And shot my ...
... winds and playmate of the And there I felt thee - on that seacliff's verge Whose pines , scarce travel'd by the breeze above , Had made one murmur with the distant surge ! Yes ! while I stood and gazed , my temples bare , And shot my ...
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... winds that blow , The lightnings blast it , and the tempests beat . Within the sun - gilt vale beneath [ dwells , More moderate Hope with sweet Contentment While gentler breezes round them breathe , And softer showers refresh their ...
... winds that blow , The lightnings blast it , and the tempests beat . Within the sun - gilt vale beneath [ dwells , More moderate Hope with sweet Contentment While gentler breezes round them breathe , And softer showers refresh their ...
Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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, —...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.