Poems on Several OccasionsW. Gordon, 1760 - 262 עמודים |
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Poems on Several Occasions <span dir=ltr>Horace</span>,<span dir=ltr>William Hamilton, Sir</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016 |
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 70 - My love, as he had not been a lover. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewing; Ah!
עמוד 59 - O'erspread with rising blushes, A thousand various ways they speak A thousand various wishes. For, oh ! that form so heavenly fair, Those languid eyes so sweetly smiling, That artless blush and modest air So fatally beguiling ; Thy every look, and every grace, So charm, whene'er I view thee, Till death o'ertake me in the chase Still will my hopes pursue thee.
עמוד 71 - But who the expected husband husband is? His hands, methinks, are bath'd in slaughter, Ah me! what ghastly spectre's yon, Comes, in his pale shroud, bleeding after. Pale as he is, here lay him lay him down, O lay his cold head on my pillow; Take aff take aff these bridal weids, And crown my careful head with willow. Pale tho...
עמוד 69 - Yarrow's bank the gowan, Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowan. Flows Yarrow sweet? as sweet, as sweet flows Tweed. As green its grass, its gowan yellow, As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple frae the rock as mellow.
עמוד 69 - Curse ye, curse ye, his useless, useless shield, My arm that wrought the deed of sorrow, The fatal spear that pierced his breast, His comely breast on the Braes of Yarrow.
עמוד 68 - Tis he the comely swain I slew Upon the duleful Braes of Yarrow. Wash, O wash his wounds his wounds in tears, His wounds in tears, with dule and sorrow, And wrap his limbs in mourning weids, And lay him on the Braes of Yarrow.
עמוד 61 - Gentle to all, but kind to me, Such be mine, if such there be. Whose genuine thoughts devoid of art, Are all the natives of her heart; A simple train, from falsehood free, Such the maid that's made for me.
עמוד 70 - But ere the to-fall of the night He lay a corpse on the braes of Yarrow. ' Much I rejoiced, that woeful, woeful day; I sang, my voice the woods returning ; But lang ere night the spear was flown That slew my love and left me mourning.
עמוד 71 - May bid me seek on Yarrow Braes My luver nailed in his coffin. My brother Douglas may upbraid, And strive with threatning words to muve me, My luver's blood is on thy spear, How can'st thou ever bid me luve thee? Yes yes, prepare the bed, the bed of luve, With bridal sheets my body cover, Unbar ye bridal maids the door, Let in the expected husband lover.
עמוד 40 - But when the beauteous white and red From the pale afhy cheek is fled ; When wrinkles dire, and Age fevere, Make Beauty fly we know not where : The Fair whom Fates unkind difarm, Have they for ever ceas'd to charm ? Or is there left fome pleafing art, To keep...