The Poetical Works of Leigh HuntE. Moxon, 1832 - 361 pàgines |
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Pàgina 180
... of thy mother , When life and hope were new , Kind playmate of thy brother , Thy sister , father too ; My light , where'er I go , My bird , when prison - bound , My hand in hand companion , —no , My prayers 180 MISCELLANEOUS PIECES .
... of thy mother , When life and hope were new , Kind playmate of thy brother , Thy sister , father too ; My light , where'er I go , My bird , when prison - bound , My hand in hand companion , —no , My prayers 180 MISCELLANEOUS PIECES .
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Alcmena ALMANZOR amor Amphitryon Ariosto Bacchus beauty bless bower breath bride brother CANTO chidden cried dance dear delight Della Cruscan dreadful drink Evoè eyes face fair fancy fear feel felt flowers frottole gentle Giovanni golden grace green hair half hand head heart HERO AND LEANDER heroic couplet IMOGEN king King Ban kiss knight ladies light lips locks look look'd lord lovers Montepulciano nature never o'er ogni once pain panther Paulo Pindo PIRITHOUS poem poetry poets pride prince Proserpina Quei Ravenna rhyme rose round scarcely scorn seemed shade shew sigh sight sing Sirmio sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit squires STORY OF RIMINI sweet sword talk Tartarus tazze tears thee Theocritus thing thou thought Tiresias took Trebbiano trees truth turn Tuscany twas verses voice wine word δὲ καὶ
Passatges populars
Pàgina xxi - Waller was smooth ; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine : Though still some traces of our rustic vein And splay-foot verse remain'd, and will remain.
Pàgina xx - Till you, the best Vitruvius, come at length, Our beauties equal, but excel our strength. Firm Doric pillars found your solid base, The fair Corinthian crowns the higher space; Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
Pàgina xxix - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Pàgina xxxv - Eternal HOPE ! when yonder spheres sublime Peal'd their first notes to sound the march of Time, Thy joyous youth began — but not to fade. — When all the sister planets have...
Pàgina 225 - O quid solutis est beatius curis? Cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino Lahore fessi venimus larem ad nostrum, Desideratoque acquiescimus lecto. Hoc est quod unum est pro laboribus tantis.
Pàgina 249 - Chiare, fresche e dolci acque, ove le belle membra pose colei che sola a me par donna; gentil ramo ove piacque (con sospir mi rimembra) a lei di fare al bel fianco colonna; erba e fior che la gonna leggiadra ricoverse co l'angelico seno; aere sacro sereno ove Amor co' begli occhi il cor m'aperse: date udìenzia insieme a le dolenti mie parole estreme.
Pàgina 255 - 1 suo grembo; Et ella si sedea Umile in tanta gloria, Coverta già de l'amoroso nembo. Qual fior cadea sul lembo, Qual su le treccie bionde, Ch'oro forbito e perle Eran quel dì a vederle ; Qual si posava in terra, e qual su l'onde ; Qual con un vago errore Girando parea dir: 'Qui regna Amore.
Pàgina 276 - What pleases is permitted. Then among streams and flowers The little winged powers Went singing carols without torch or bow; The nymphs and shepherds sat Mingling with innocent chat Sports and low whispers; and with whispers low, Kisses that would not go. The maiden, budding o'er, Kept not her bloom uneyed, Which now a veil must hide, Nor the crisp apples which her bosom bore; And oftentimes, in river or in lake, The lover and his love their merry bath would take. 'Twas...
Pàgina 273 - LOVELY age of gold ! Not that the rivers rolled With milk, or that the woods wept honeydew; Not that the ready ground Produced without a wound, Or the mild serpent had no tooth that slew , Not that a cloudless blue For ever was in sight, Or that the heaven, which burns And now is cold by turns, Looked out in glad and everlasting light ; No, nor that even the insolent ships from far Brought war to no new lands, nor riches worse than war...
Pàgina 256 - How often then I said, .. Inward, and filled with dread, "Doubtless this creature came from paradise !" For at her look the while, Her voice, and her sweet smile And heavenly air, truth parted from mine eyes; So that, with long-drawn sighs, I said, as far from men, " How came I here, and when ?
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt Online access with subscription: JISC Historical Texts |
| Autor | Leigh Hunt |
| Editor | Sir Humphrey Sumner Milford |
| Editor | E. Moxon, 1832 |
| Original de | Universitat d’Oxford |
| Digitalitzat el | 5 Abr. 2006 |
| Nre. de pàgines | 361 pàgines |
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