The Works of the English Poets: GayH. Hughs, 1779 |
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עמוד 79
... mourn . Yet ev❜n this feafon pleasance blithe affords , Now the fqueez'd prefs foams with our apple hoards . Come , let us hye , and quaff a cheary bowl , Let cyder new " wash forrow from thy foul . " GRUBBINOL . Ah , Bumkinet ! fince ...
... mourn . Yet ev❜n this feafon pleasance blithe affords , Now the fqueez'd prefs foams with our apple hoards . Come , let us hye , and quaff a cheary bowl , Let cyder new " wash forrow from thy foul . " GRUBBINOL . Ah , Bumkinet ! fince ...
עמוד 81
... mourn ; The feafon quite fhall ftrip the country's pride , For ' twas in autumn Blouzelinda dy'd . Where - e'er I gad , I Blouzelind fhall view , Woods , dairy , barn , and mows , our paffion knew . When I direct my eyes to yonder wood ...
... mourn ; The feafon quite fhall ftrip the country's pride , For ' twas in autumn Blouzelinda dy'd . Where - e'er I gad , I Blouzelind fhall view , Woods , dairy , barn , and mows , our paffion knew . When I direct my eyes to yonder wood ...
עמוד 122
... mourn ? At White's the harness'd chairman idly ftands , And fwings around his waist his tingling hands ; The fempftrefs fpeeds to Change with red - tipt nofe ; The Belgian ftove beneath her footstool glows ; In half - whipt muflin ...
... mourn ? At White's the harness'd chairman idly ftands , And fwings around his waist his tingling hands ; The fempftrefs fpeeds to Change with red - tipt nofe ; The Belgian ftove beneath her footstool glows ; In half - whipt muflin ...
עמוד 124
... mourn'd , And Heber's banks Eurydice return'd . But now the western gale the flood unbinds , 395 And blackening clouds move on with warmer winds ; The wooden town its frail foundation leaves , And Thames ' full urn rolls down his ...
... mourn'd , And Heber's banks Eurydice return'd . But now the western gale the flood unbinds , 395 And blackening clouds move on with warmer winds ; The wooden town its frail foundation leaves , And Thames ' full urn rolls down his ...
עמוד 170
Samuel Johnson. Then he , that could not Epic flights rehearse , Might sweetly mourn in Elegiac verse . But , were his Mufe for Elegy unfit , Perhaps a diftich might not strain his wit ; If Epigram offend , his harmlefs lines Might in ...
Samuel Johnson. Then he , that could not Epic flights rehearse , Might sweetly mourn in Elegiac verse . But , were his Mufe for Elegy unfit , Perhaps a diftich might not strain his wit ; If Epigram offend , his harmlefs lines Might in ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
ACIS AND GALATEA Alcmena arms beneath Blouzelind boaſts bofom breaſt charms cheek Cloacina coach crouds dame damfel defcend diftant ECLOGUE EPISTLE erft Ev'n eyes fafe faid fair fame fate fatire feek feen fhade fhall fhepherd fhine fhore fhould fhow fide fighs filver fing firft firſt fkies flain flame fleep flies flow flowers fmiles foft fome fong foon forrow foul ftand ftill ftreams ftrong fuch fudden fung fure fwain fweet fwelling Galanthis Goddeſs grace hand heart labours laft LOBBIN CLOUT loft Lubberkin maid Molly moſt Mufe Muſe muſt ne'er night numbers nymph o'er paffion pafs plain pleaſe pleaſure praiſe prefent pride purſue Quadrille raiſe rife rofe round ſhall ſhe ſhine ſkies ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtep ſtill ſtrains ſtreet ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou trembling Twas verſe VIRG Whofe Whoſe youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 254 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
עמוד 75 - Two Hazel-Nuts I threw into the Flame, And to each Nut I gave a Sweet-heart's Name. This with the loudest Bounce me sore amaz'd, That in a Flame of brightest Colour blaz'd. As blaz'd the Nut so may thy Passion grow, For 'twas thy Nut that did so brightly glow.
עמוד 253 - So the sweet lark, high poised in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast, If chance his mate's shrill call he hear, And drops at once into her nest. The...
עמוד 142 - Heaven thy eyes and hands, When the long scroll the surgeon's fees demands ! Or else (ye gods, avert that worst disgrace !) Thy ruin'd nose falls level with thy face ! Then shall thy wife thy loathsome kiss disdain, And wholesome neighbours from thy mug refrain. Yet there are watchmen, who with friendly light...
עמוד 74 - With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground, And turn me thrice around, around, around.
עמוד 127 - Eyes, and hasts to beggar more. Where the brass Knocker, wrapt in Flannel Band, Forbids the Thunder of the Footman's Hand; Th...
עמוד 264 - Like the eyes of my sweet Molly Mog. ' For guineas in other men's breeches Your gamesters' will palm and will cog ; But I envy them none of their riches, So I may win sweet Molly Mog.
עמוד 188 - Ev'n in mid ocean often didst thou quail, And oft lift up thy holy eye and hand, Praying the Virgin dear, and saintly choir, Back to the port to bring thy bark entire.
עמוד 194 - All this, my friends, I owe to Homer's strain, On whose strong pinions I exalt my lay. What from contending cities did he gain; And what rewards his grateful country pay? None, none were paid — why then all this for me? These honours, Homer, had been just to thee.
עמוד 84 - The daisy, butter-flower, and endive blue. After the good man warn'd us from his text, That none could tell whose turn would be the next, He said that Heaven would take her soul, no doubt, And spoke the hour-glass in her praise— quite out...