The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, כרך 71804 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 100
עמוד 5
... dear , " He's growing out of fashion ? " People may fancy what they will , " But Quin's the only actor ftill , To touch the tender passion . VI . " Nay , madam , did you mind , last night , " His Archer ? Not a line on't right ! " I ...
... dear , " He's growing out of fashion ? " People may fancy what they will , " But Quin's the only actor ftill , To touch the tender passion . VI . " Nay , madam , did you mind , last night , " His Archer ? Not a line on't right ! " I ...
עמוד 6
... dear , who ? -for you have not told yet " — " Who indeed , fays my lady , if not Violette ? The words were scarce spoke when she enter'd the room ; A blush at the stranger ftill heighten'd her bloom ; So humble her looks were , fo mild ...
... dear , who ? -for you have not told yet " — " Who indeed , fays my lady , if not Violette ? The words were scarce spoke when she enter'd the room ; A blush at the stranger ftill heighten'd her bloom ; So humble her looks were , fo mild ...
עמוד 10
... dear , with greater ease Your tafte for flatt'ry I could please , And fimilies in each dull line , Like glow - worms in the dark , should shine . What if I fay your lips difclofe The freshness of the op'ning rofe ? Or that your cheeks ...
... dear , with greater ease Your tafte for flatt'ry I could please , And fimilies in each dull line , Like glow - worms in the dark , should shine . What if I fay your lips difclofe The freshness of the op'ning rofe ? Or that your cheeks ...
עמוד 15
... dear her angry brow ? What rude offence alarms you now ? I faid , that Delia's fair , ' tis true , But did I fay the equall'd you ? Can't I another's face commend , Or to her virtues be a friend , But inftantly your forehead lours , As ...
... dear her angry brow ? What rude offence alarms you now ? I faid , that Delia's fair , ' tis true , But did I fay the equall'd you ? Can't I another's face commend , Or to her virtues be a friend , But inftantly your forehead lours , As ...
עמוד 25
... dear variety , you know , Can make us pride , and pomp forego . My name is Vanity . I fway The utmost iflands of the fea ; Within my court all honour centers , I raise the meaneft foul that enters , Endow with latent gifts , and graces ...
... dear variety , you know , Can make us pride , and pomp forego . My name is Vanity . I fway The utmost iflands of the fea ; Within my court all honour centers , I raise the meaneft foul that enters , Endow with latent gifts , and graces ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleft blifs bloom bofom breaft charms defire diftant DIONE ECLOGUE erft ev'n eyes FABLE facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fcorn fecret feek feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhine fhore fhould fide figh fing fire firft fkies flain flame fleep fmile foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpread fpring ftill ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell grace grove guife hand heart heaven honour hour juft laft lefs loft lov'd LYCIDAS lyre maid mind Mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pain PARTHENIA plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride rage reafon reft rife rofe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſky ſtate ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toil tongue train Twas vale vex'd virtue whofe whoſe youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 278 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
עמוד 276 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
עמוד 281 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy ; Of horror that...
עמוד 60 - 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 278 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
עמוד 279 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
עמוד 278 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
עמוד 282 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
עמוד 278 - To thee he gave the heavenly birth, And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged Nurse ! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore : What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others
עמוד 68 - The royal lover bore her from the plain ; Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain: Oft, as she went, she backward turn'd her view, And bade that crook and bleating flock adieu. Fair, happy maid ! to other...