The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-3 מתוך 23
עמוד 218
... Curse , curse thy beauty , for it leads to shame : When thy hot lord , to work thee to his end , Bids showers of gold into thy breast descend , Suspect his gifts , nor the vile giver trust ; They're baits for virtue , and smell strong ...
... Curse , curse thy beauty , for it leads to shame : When thy hot lord , to work thee to his end , Bids showers of gold into thy breast descend , Suspect his gifts , nor the vile giver trust ; They're baits for virtue , and smell strong ...
עמוד 223
... curse ; that she may live , Ere sixteen winters their short course have run , In agonies of soul to curse that son . Pray then for daughters , ye wise mothers , pray ; They shall reward your love , not make ye gray Before your time with ...
... curse ; that she may live , Ere sixteen winters their short course have run , In agonies of soul to curse that son . Pray then for daughters , ye wise mothers , pray ; They shall reward your love , not make ye gray Before your time with ...
עמוד 248
... curse , my curses chime , Nor can I pray unless I pray in rhyme . E'en now I err , in spite of common sense , And my confession doubles my offence . Rest then , my friends ; -spare , spare your precious breath , And be your slumbers not ...
... curse , my curses chime , Nor can I pray unless I pray in rhyme . E'en now I err , in spite of common sense , And my confession doubles my offence . Rest then , my friends ; -spare , spare your precious breath , And be your slumbers not ...
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Apicius array'd bard battle of Minden bear Behold bless'd breast breath call'd catamites Churchill reign court Covent Garden coward Crape crimes crown curse dare decreed disgrace doth dull Dulman E'en earth fair fair isle faith fame Fancy fate fear feel fix'd foes folly fools fops force friends gainst Geryon give Gotham sing grace grave grown hand hath head heart Heaven honest honour hour justice king land live look'd lord maidenhead mankind mannerist mean mighty mind monarch Muse Nature Nature's ne'er never night North Briton o'er pass'd Pomposo praises hung pride proud pursue reason rhyme sacred scorn seem'd sense shame slave sleep smile solemn soul spirit stand taught thee things thou thought Thrice throne tongue trembling truth turn'd twas vice vile virtue wear Whate'er whilst wild William Whitehead wish'd ye happy Gothamites zeal