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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
Abra Alma amorous song arms beauty blest Blouzelind bound breast breath bright charms Cloacina command confest confin'd crowd crown'd cruel cruel doubt death delight Derry destin'd Dick distinguish'd dread drest Earth Emma Ev’n fair fame fate fear fire flame flies folly goddess grace grief hand happy haste head heart Heaven honour hope king labour light Lubberkin Lucretius lyre maid mind mourn Muse ne'er night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pain passion plain pleas'd pleasure Poltis pride quoth race rage rais'd receiv'd rise round rove sense shade shun sighs sing soft song sorrow soul Spleen stream swain sweet tears tell tempest plays terrour thee things things are light thou thought throne to-morrow toil various vex'd vext VIRG weep whence whilst winds wings wise woods wretched youth
עמוד 110 - Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do : and behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.
עמוד 251 - Wide o'er the foaming billows She cast a wistful look ; Her head was crown'd with willows, That trembled o'er the brook.
עמוד 144 - I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it: and God doeth it, that men should fear before him.
עמוד 260 - And from the deep-mouth'd thunder flies: She starts, she stops, she pants for breath ; She hears the near advance of death; She doubles to mislead the hound, And measures back her mazy round, Till, fainting in the public way, Half dead with fear she gasping lay. What transport in her bosom grew, When first the Horse appear'd in view ! " Let me (says she) your back ascend, And owe my safety to a friend.
עמוד 143 - The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.
עמוד 184 - Euphelia's toilet lay ; When Chloe noted her desire, That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise ; But with my numbers mix my sighs : And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise, I fix my soul on Chloe's eyes. Fair Chloe blushed : Euphelia frowned : I sung and gazed : I played and trembled : And Venus to the Loves around Remarked, how ill we all dissembled.
עמוד 261 - The Goat remarked her pulse was high, Her languid head, her heavy eye; "My back," says he, "may do you harm; The Sheep's at hand, and wool is warm.
עמוד 110 - I gathered me also silver and gold, and the peculiar treasure of kings and of the provinces: I gat me men singers and women singers, and the delights of the sons of men, as musical instruments, and that of all sorts.