The gift book of English poetry1848 |
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Stran vi
... delight , pursuing his course where nothing should find a place but the grace- ful and the pure , not unfrequently risks con- tamination from the blandishments of vice , or disgust from its deformity . Nor is the decidedly immoral , all ...
... delight , pursuing his course where nothing should find a place but the grace- ful and the pure , not unfrequently risks con- tamination from the blandishments of vice , or disgust from its deformity . Nor is the decidedly immoral , all ...
Stran 2
... delight . Forthwith he runnes with feigned - faithfull hast Unto his guest , who , after troublous sights And dreames , gan now to take more sound repast ; Whom suddenly he wakes with fearful frights , As one aghast with feends or ...
... delight . Forthwith he runnes with feigned - faithfull hast Unto his guest , who , after troublous sights And dreames , gan now to take more sound repast ; Whom suddenly he wakes with fearful frights , As one aghast with feends or ...
Stran 20
... Delights , Nor Lovely Eyes before had ever seen Other than smiling Joys . and joyful Sights : Born Great , Match'd Great , Liv'd Great , and ever been Partaker of the World's best Benefits ) Had plac'd her self , hearing her Lord should ...
... Delights , Nor Lovely Eyes before had ever seen Other than smiling Joys . and joyful Sights : Born Great , Match'd Great , Liv'd Great , and ever been Partaker of the World's best Benefits ) Had plac'd her self , hearing her Lord should ...
Stran 21
... Delight my Heart takes by mine Eye ! I doubt me when He comes but something near , I shall set wide the Window - What care I Who doth see Me , so Him I may see clear ? Thus doth false Joy delude her wrongfully ( Sweet Lady ) in the ...
... Delight my Heart takes by mine Eye ! I doubt me when He comes but something near , I shall set wide the Window - What care I Who doth see Me , so Him I may see clear ? Thus doth false Joy delude her wrongfully ( Sweet Lady ) in the ...
Stran 37
... delighted . Evening now approach'd , For we have also our evening and our moru ; We ours , for change delectable , not need ; Forthwith , from dance to sweet repast they turn Desirous ; all in circles as they stood , Tables are set ...
... delighted . Evening now approach'd , For we have also our evening and our moru ; We ours , for change delectable , not need ; Forthwith , from dance to sweet repast they turn Desirous ; all in circles as they stood , Tables are set ...
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ANTISTROPHE arms art thou bear-baiting beauty behold beneath breast breath bright charms circling sky clouds courser dark death deep delight divine doth dread e'en earth Ev'n fair faire lady fame fate fear fire flame flower foes glory glow grace Greece green grief grove hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope Hudibras Idumea King King Arthur labour land light Lord lyre maid mighty mind mountains mourn Muse Muse's Naiad night nymph o'er pain passions peace plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign rise round Satan Saturn scene seem'd seraph shade shine shore sighs sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne toil train trembling truth turn'd Twas virtue voice wave weep wild wind wing youth
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 364 - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Stran 215 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Stran 114 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Stran 229 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
Stran 361 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Stran 214 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Stran 223 - How often have I bless'd the coming day When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Stran 120 - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
Stran 363 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Stran 206 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...