New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets and Poetical Translators, Band 2Richard Alfred Davenport C. and C. Whittingham, 1823 |
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... tell the storm at Northward the Demon's eyes are cast O'er yonder bare and sterile waste , Where , born to hew and heave the block , Man , lost in ignorance and toil , Becomes associate to the soil , And his heart hardens like his ...
... tell the storm at Northward the Demon's eyes are cast O'er yonder bare and sterile waste , Where , born to hew and heave the block , Man , lost in ignorance and toil , Becomes associate to the soil , And his heart hardens like his ...
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... tell , Who by his monarch's mandate fell , When back from Acre's citadel , Besmear'd with paynim gore , And treacherous Austria's dungeon cave , Bounding across the ocean - wave , Great Coeur - de - Lion , wildly brave , Retrod his ...
... tell , Who by his monarch's mandate fell , When back from Acre's citadel , Besmear'd with paynim gore , And treacherous Austria's dungeon cave , Bounding across the ocean - wave , Great Coeur - de - Lion , wildly brave , Retrod his ...
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... Tell directed the avenging dart , With well strung arm , that first preserved his child , Then wing'd the arrow to the tyrant's heart . Across the lake , and deep embower'd in wood , Behold another hallow'd chapel stand , Where three ...
... Tell directed the avenging dart , With well strung arm , that first preserved his child , Then wing'd the arrow to the tyrant's heart . Across the lake , and deep embower'd in wood , Behold another hallow'd chapel stand , Where three ...
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... tell , far heard , the welcome tale of noon , Some striding and some tumbling o'er the sill , The infant tribe released , with clamour loud Shall totter down , and on thy shelving bank [ hurl Shout , laugh , and squabble , strenuous ...
... tell , far heard , the welcome tale of noon , Some striding and some tumbling o'er the sill , The infant tribe released , with clamour loud Shall totter down , and on thy shelving bank [ hurl Shout , laugh , and squabble , strenuous ...
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... tell , He gains a smile from his beloved maid ; By such a gentle smile an age of pain's repaid . Winter . THE little brook that erst my cot did lave , And o'er its flinty pavement sweetly sung , Doth now forget to roll her wanton wave ...
... tell , He gains a smile from his beloved maid ; By such a gentle smile an age of pain's repaid . Winter . THE little brook that erst my cot did lave , And o'er its flinty pavement sweetly sung , Doth now forget to roll her wanton wave ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
amid ANNA SEWARD beauty behold beneath bids birds bless'd bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH charms cheek cheer clouds cold coursers Cupid and Psyche dark deep delight dews doth dream earth fair faithless fancy fear flame flowers fond gale gaze gentle GISBORNE glade gleams glow golden grace green grove hand harp hear heart heaven hills Hinderwell hour Hygeia light lone loud Lubberkin maid melancholy morn mountain Muse Needwood Forest night nymph o'er pale pass'd plain press'd pride rapture rill rise rocks rose round rude Scarborough Castle scene seem'd shade shalt shine sigh silent silvan silver sing skies smile soft song soul spread spring storm stream sweet Thammuz thee thine thou thrice tower Tutbury Castle vale vex'd voice wake wandering wanton warm waves ween wild wind wing woods youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 278 - Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimm'd with trees : see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch : each porch, each door ere this An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Seite 307 - The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light.
Seite 127 - Then shakes his powder'd coat, and barks for joy. Heedless of all his pranks, the sturdy churl Moves right toward the mark; nor stops for aught, But now and then with pressure of his thumb To adjust the fragrant charge of a short tube, That fumes beneath his nose : the trailing cloud Streams far behind him, scenting all the air.
Seite 91 - Quietly as a sleeping Infant's breath, Send up cold waters to the Traveller With soft and even Pulse ! Nor ever cease Yon tiny Cone of Sand its soundless Dance, Which at the Bottom, like a Fairy's Page, As merry and no taller, dances still, Nor wrinkles the smooth Surface of the Fount. Here Twilight is and Coolness : here is Moss, A soft Seat, and a deep and ample Shade, Thou may'st toil far and find no second Tree.
Seite 234 - When to myself I act and smile, With pleasing thoughts the time beguile, By a brook side or wood so green, Unheard, unsought for, or unseen, A thousand pleasures do me bless, And crown my soul with happiness. All my joys besides are folly, None so sweet as melancholy.
Seite 188 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown? 39 So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th' eclipse and glory of her kind?
Seite 144 - O, friendly to the best pursuits of man, Friendly to thought, to virtue, and to peace...
Seite 306 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Seite 188 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Seite 283 - Of rural younglings raise the shout, Pressing before, some coming after: Those with a shout, and these with laughter. Some bless the cart; some kiss the sheaves; Some prank them up with oaken leaves; *° Some...