Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 67
עמוד xii
... fate Not , Celia , that I juster am Get you gone · Hears not my Phillis Page - 184 ib . · · 185 · 186 ib . · 188 189 195 ib . 197 ib . 198 199 · · ib . · · 200 · 201 CHARLES COTTON . 1630-1687 . To Chloris Thou blushing rose SIR RICHARD ...
... fate Not , Celia , that I juster am Get you gone · Hears not my Phillis Page - 184 ib . · · 185 · 186 ib . · 188 189 195 ib . 197 ib . 198 199 · · ib . · · 200 · 201 CHARLES COTTON . 1630-1687 . To Chloris Thou blushing rose SIR RICHARD ...
עמוד 29
... cunning use To set my heart at rest . And in a dream bewray What fate shall be my friend ; Whether my life shall still decay , Or when my sorrows end . ANONYMOUS . THE STURDY ROCK . From Percy's Collection . N. BRETON .
... cunning use To set my heart at rest . And in a dream bewray What fate shall be my friend ; Whether my life shall still decay , Or when my sorrows end . ANONYMOUS . THE STURDY ROCK . From Percy's Collection . N. BRETON .
עמוד 40
... Fate of the Butterfly . Sing of deadly dolorous debate , Stirr'd up through wrathful Nemesis ' despight , Betwixt two mighty ones of great estate , Drawn into arms and proof of mortal fight Through proud ambition and heart swelling hate ...
... Fate of the Butterfly . Sing of deadly dolorous debate , Stirr'd up through wrathful Nemesis ' despight , Betwixt two mighty ones of great estate , Drawn into arms and proof of mortal fight Through proud ambition and heart swelling hate ...
עמוד 42
... fate of Trojan field . And then about his shoulders broad he threw An hairy hide of some wild beast , whom he In salvage forest by adventure slew , And reft the spoil , his ornament to be ; Which spreading all his back with dreadful ...
... fate of Trojan field . And then about his shoulders broad he threw An hairy hide of some wild beast , whom he In salvage forest by adventure slew , And reft the spoil , his ornament to be ; Which spreading all his back with dreadful ...
עמוד 47
... fate is woven even now Of Jove's own hand , to work thy misery ; Ne may thee help the many a hearty vow Which thy old sire with sacred piety Hath poured forth for thee , and th ' altars sprent ; Nought may thee save from heaven's ...
... fate is woven even now Of Jove's own hand , to work thy misery ; Ne may thee help the many a hearty vow Which thy old sire with sacred piety Hath poured forth for thee , and th ' altars sprent ; Nought may thee save from heaven's ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Alma beauteous beauty Blouzelind breast breath bright Castara charms Cupid dear death delight Dick doth e'er eccho ring Eclogue Emma eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear flame flowers gentle give goddess grace grief ground hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour Hymen king kiss light live lov'd lover Lubberkin Lucretius lute lyre maid MATTHEW PRIOR mighty mind Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS ROWE night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er Ovid pain Pallas passion pity plac'd plain pleasure poets praise pride queen rose shade shepherd shine sighs sight sing smile soft song SONNETS sorrow soul spide summer queen sung swain sweet tears tell Tereu thee thine things THOMAS PARNELL thought thrice Twas unto verse virtue ween Whilst winds wings wise woods youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 183 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear...
עמוד 189 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
עמוד 14 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
עמוד 180 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
עמוד 223 - Far in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
עמוד 186 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity ; Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
עמוד 180 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight.
עמוד 163 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king. All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants, belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice; Man for thee does sow and plow; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy, Nor does thy luxury destroy.
עמוד 216 - Art she had none, yet wanted none, For Nature did that Want supply: So rich in Treasures of her Own, She might our boasted Stores defy: Such Noble Vigour did her Verse adorn, That it seem'd borrow'd, where 'twas only born.
עמוד 125 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?