Selections from the British Poets, Τόμος 2Harper & brothers, 1840 |
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Σελίδα 18
... sad vicissitude amused his soul : And if a sigh would sometimes intervene , And down his cheek a tear of pity roll , A sigh , a tear so sweet he wish'd not to control . " Oh ye wild groves , oh where is now 18 JAMES BEATTIE .
... sad vicissitude amused his soul : And if a sigh would sometimes intervene , And down his cheek a tear of pity roll , A sigh , a tear so sweet he wish'd not to control . " Oh ye wild groves , oh where is now 18 JAMES BEATTIE .
Σελίδα 28
... SWEET Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain , Where health and plenty cheer'd the lab'ring swain , Where smiling Spring its earliest visit paid , And parting Summer's ling'ring blooms delay'd : Dear lovely bow'rs of innocence and ease ...
... SWEET Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain , Where health and plenty cheer'd the lab'ring swain , Where smiling Spring its earliest visit paid , And parting Summer's ling'ring blooms delay'd : Dear lovely bow'rs of innocence and ease ...
Σελίδα 29
... sweet village ! sports like these , With sweet succession , taught e'en toil to please ; These round thy bow'rs their cheerful influence shed , These were thy charms - but all these charms are fled . Sweet smiling village , loveliest of ...
... sweet village ! sports like these , With sweet succession , taught e'en toil to please ; These round thy bow'rs their cheerful influence shed , These were thy charms - but all these charms are fled . Sweet smiling village , loveliest of ...
Σελίδα 34
... sweet oblivion of his daily care ; No more the farmer's news , the barber's tale , No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail ; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear , Relax his pond'rous strength , and lean to hear ; The host ...
... sweet oblivion of his daily care ; No more the farmer's news , the barber's tale , No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail ; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear , Relax his pond'rous strength , and lean to hear ; The host ...
Σελίδα 36
... plenty bless'd , Has wept at tales of innocence distress'd ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn , [ eyes Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn : Now lost to all ; her friends , her virtue 36 OLIVER GOLDSMITH .
... plenty bless'd , Has wept at tales of innocence distress'd ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn , [ eyes Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn : Now lost to all ; her friends , her virtue 36 OLIVER GOLDSMITH .
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AE fond kiss art thou auld lang syne beauty beneath bless'd bloom bosom bower Branksome Hall breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm charms cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth ev'ry fair fame fancy fled flowers fond frae gale gaze gentle grave green happy harp hath hear heart Heaven hill hope hour John Gilpin JOSEPH ATKINSON Kilmeny land light living Lochiel lonely look lyre Marmion mirth morn mountain murmur muse Nature's ne'er never night o'er pass'd peace PIBROCH pleasure pow'r pride rapture rill rose round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild wind wings Yarrow youth
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Σελίδα 154 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Σελίδα 152 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Σελίδα 311 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Σελίδα 153 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Σελίδα 152 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
Σελίδα 32 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Σελίδα 196 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Σελίδα 207 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Σελίδα 110 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Σελίδα 318 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.