The beauties of English poetry, selected from the most esteemed authors, by dr. Wolcot, כרך 1John Wolcot 1804 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 6-10 מתוך 12
עמוד 99
... tell That I sincerely wish you well , I may , without offence , pretend To take the freedom of a friend . Love calls me hence ; a fav'rite Cow Expects me near yon ' barley - mow ; And , when a lady's in the case , You know , all other ...
... tell That I sincerely wish you well , I may , without offence , pretend To take the freedom of a friend . Love calls me hence ; a fav'rite Cow Expects me near yon ' barley - mow ; And , when a lady's in the case , You know , all other ...
עמוד 102
... tell thee , all I write in vain : My humble sighs shall only reach thy ears , And all my eloquence shall be my tears . And now ( for more I never must pretend ) Hear me not as thy lover , but thy friend : Thousands will fain thy little ...
... tell thee , all I write in vain : My humble sighs shall only reach thy ears , And all my eloquence shall be my tears . And now ( for more I never must pretend ) Hear me not as thy lover , but thy friend : Thousands will fain thy little ...
עמוד 114
... tell their passion as they soar . " But trust me , love , the raven's wing Is not to be compar'd with mine ; Nor can the lark so sweetly sing As I , who strength with sweetness join . " O ! let me all thy steps attend ! I'll point new ...
... tell their passion as they soar . " But trust me , love , the raven's wing Is not to be compar'd with mine ; Nor can the lark so sweetly sing As I , who strength with sweetness join . " O ! let me all thy steps attend ! I'll point new ...
עמוד 125
... tell of distant lands , What insect - nations rise from Egypt's mud , What painted swarms subsist on Lybia's sands , What mild Euphrates yields , and Ganges ' flood . Thrice happy race ! whom Nature's call invites To travel o'er her ...
... tell of distant lands , What insect - nations rise from Egypt's mud , What painted swarms subsist on Lybia's sands , What mild Euphrates yields , and Ganges ' flood . Thrice happy race ! whom Nature's call invites To travel o'er her ...
עמוד 129
... tell where thy Friend may be found . " Shouldst thou find my cold dwelling at last , Near my sod thou wilt mope the long day : Nor the night , nor the rain , nor the blast , Nay , nor hunger , will force thee away . " K Thus she spoke ...
... tell where thy Friend may be found . " Shouldst thou find my cold dwelling at last , Near my sod thou wilt mope the long day : Nor the night , nor the rain , nor the blast , Nay , nor hunger , will force thee away . " K Thus she spoke ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
The Beauties of English Poetry, Selected from the Most Esteemed Authors, by ... <span dir=ltr>John Wolcot</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016 |
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
appear'd arms bards beauty behold blush boast bosom bow'r breast breath bring charms clouds cries crown'd Dæmons dear delight drest DRYAD EDWIN ELEGY ENGLISH POETRY ev'ry eyes fair FAIR-ONE fairies fame fate fav'rite fire flame fond gentle glowing Goddess gold golden grace grief grove HAFEZ haste hath hear heart Heav'n heave honour immortal Israel JULIA light loud lover MADRIGAL maid MIRTH mourn Muse ne'er night Nymph o'er OBERON ORPHEUS pale passion PETRARCH PINCHBECK PINDAR pity plain Pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise rais'd RICHARD JAGO rill rise roof scene seem'd shade shone shrine sigh sight sing Sir TOPAZ skies smile song sorrows soul sound spectres stream stretch'd swains sweet tale tears tempest THEBES thee thine thou thousand thro throne thunder tow'ring train Twas vale ween wild wind wing wish WOLCOT wretch youth ZEPHYR
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 57 - And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing...
עמוד 60 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek!
עמוד 50 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweetbriar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
עמוד 48 - Hence loathed Melancholy Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian Cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings; There, under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
עמוד 60 - That own'd the virtuous ring and glass ; And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride : And if aught else great bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of turneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
עמוד 59 - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook ; And of those daemons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops...
עמוד 53 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
עמוד 54 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse...
עמוד 48 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
עמוד 56 - But hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's...