The chaplet, poems, partly original and partly selected1805 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 14
עמוד 28
... feel myself a wife , And press thy wedded side , Resolv'd an union form'd for life Death never shall divide . But oh ! if fickle and unchaste , ( Forgive a transient thought ) Thou could'st become unkind at last , And scorn thy present ...
... feel myself a wife , And press thy wedded side , Resolv'd an union form'd for life Death never shall divide . But oh ! if fickle and unchaste , ( Forgive a transient thought ) Thou could'st become unkind at last , And scorn thy present ...
עמוד 44
... feel ; Too poor , against my sense of right , Dishonour him and steal . Be wealth a blessing or a curse Then fortune let me rest ; Nor change for better or for worse , In middle station blest . TO SOME CHILDREN LISTENING TO A LARK . See ...
... feel ; Too poor , against my sense of right , Dishonour him and steal . Be wealth a blessing or a curse Then fortune let me rest ; Nor change for better or for worse , In middle station blest . TO SOME CHILDREN LISTENING TO A LARK . See ...
עמוד 78
... feel , and know myself a man . ODE TO CONTENT . O thou , the Nymph with placid eye ! O seldom found , yet ever nigh ! Receive my temp'rate vow : Not all the storms that shake the pole Can e'er disturb thy halcyon soul , And smooth ...
... feel , and know myself a man . ODE TO CONTENT . O thou , the Nymph with placid eye ! O seldom found , yet ever nigh ! Receive my temp'rate vow : Not all the storms that shake the pole Can e'er disturb thy halcyon soul , And smooth ...
עמוד 112
... feel A passion she must in her bosom conceal , Lest parents relentless the flame disapprove , →→ Where's then the delight of the virgin's first love ? If stolen the glance by which love is exprest , - If sighs when half heaved be with ...
... feel A passion she must in her bosom conceal , Lest parents relentless the flame disapprove , →→ Where's then the delight of the virgin's first love ? If stolen the glance by which love is exprest , - If sighs when half heaved be with ...
עמוד 116
... feel thy flame . Love , soft iutruder , enters here , But ent'ring learns to be sincere . Marcus with blushes owns he loves , And Brutus tenderly reproves . Why , Virtue , dost those blame desire , Which Nature has imprest ? Why ...
... feel thy flame . Love , soft iutruder , enters here , But ent'ring learns to be sincere . Marcus with blushes owns he loves , And Brutus tenderly reproves . Why , Virtue , dost those blame desire , Which Nature has imprest ? Why ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.
עמוד 176 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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!
עמוד 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.