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 sidor |
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... sigh , the FIRST fond sigh of " Love's Young Dream ! " With all the purity and much of the elevation of thought that characterises our favourite Coleridge , the Muse of Montgomery breathes a delicate , a delicious pensiveness which ...
... sigh , the FIRST fond sigh of " Love's Young Dream ! " With all the purity and much of the elevation of thought that characterises our favourite Coleridge , the Muse of Montgomery breathes a delicate , a delicious pensiveness which ...
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... lone is all the sky , And mountain waves o'er ocean's plain Erect their stormy heads on high ; Leyden . When virgins for their true loves sigh , They raised 6 BEAUTIES OF THE MODERN POETS : Portuguese Hymn to the Virgin Mary.
... lone is all the sky , And mountain waves o'er ocean's plain Erect their stormy heads on high ; Leyden . When virgins for their true loves sigh , They raised 6 BEAUTIES OF THE MODERN POETS : Portuguese Hymn to the Virgin Mary.
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... sigh , They raised their weeping eyes to thee ; The Star of Ocean heeds their cry , And saves the foundering bark at sea . Ave Maris Stella ! Star of the dark and stormy sea , When wrecking tempests round us rave , Thy gentle virgin ...
... sigh , They raised their weeping eyes to thee ; The Star of Ocean heeds their cry , And saves the foundering bark at sea . Ave Maris Stella ! Star of the dark and stormy sea , When wrecking tempests round us rave , Thy gentle virgin ...
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... sigh of love ! " While thus they of his thefts complain , My lyre shall wake another strain : To me he is no dreaded foe , I gaze on him , and feel not woe . To his power I patient bend , And own him for my kindest friend . Take the ...
... sigh of love ! " While thus they of his thefts complain , My lyre shall wake another strain : To me he is no dreaded foe , I gaze on him , and feel not woe . To his power I patient bend , And own him for my kindest friend . Take the ...
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... sigh for wretchedness , yet shuns the wretched , Nursing in some delicious solitude Their slothful loves and dainty sympathies ! I therefore go , and join head , heart , and hand , Active and firm , to fight the bloodless fight Of ...
... sigh for wretchedness , yet shuns the wretched , Nursing in some delicious solitude Their slothful loves and dainty sympathies ! I therefore go , and join head , heart , and hand , Active and firm , to fight the bloodless fight Of ...
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Beauties of the Modern Poets: In Selections from the Works of Byron, Moore ... William Wordsworth,David Carey Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2016 |
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Sida 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!
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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?
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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!
Sida 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.