Selections from the British Poets, Volum 2Harper & brothers, 1840 |
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Pàgina 14
... kind Nature's hand ; Nor was perfection made for man below . Yet all her schemes with nicest art are plann'd , Good counteracting ill , and gladness wo . With gold and gems if Chilian mountains glow- If bleak and barren Scotia's hills ...
... kind Nature's hand ; Nor was perfection made for man below . Yet all her schemes with nicest art are plann'd , Good counteracting ill , and gladness wo . With gold and gems if Chilian mountains glow- If bleak and barren Scotia's hills ...
Pàgina 33
... kind , or , if severe in aught , The love he bore to learning was in fault ; The village all declared how much he knew- ' Twas certain he could write , and cipher too ; Lands he could measure , terms and tides presage , And ev❜n the ...
... kind , or , if severe in aught , The love he bore to learning was in fault ; The village all declared how much he knew- ' Twas certain he could write , and cipher too ; Lands he could measure , terms and tides presage , And ev❜n the ...
Pàgina 38
... kind connubial Tenderness are there ; And Piety , with wishes placed above , And steady Loyalty , and faithful Love . And thou , sweet Poetry , thou loveliest maid , Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ! Unfit , in these degen ...
... kind connubial Tenderness are there ; And Piety , with wishes placed above , And steady Loyalty , and faithful Love . And thou , sweet Poetry , thou loveliest maid , Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ! Unfit , in these degen ...
Pàgina 40
Yet still he fills affection's eye , Obscurely wise , and coarsely kind ; Nor , letter'd Arrogance , deny Thy praise to merit unrefined . When fainting Nature call'd for aid , And hov'ring Death prepared the blow , His vig'rous remedy ...
Yet still he fills affection's eye , Obscurely wise , and coarsely kind ; Nor , letter'd Arrogance , deny Thy praise to merit unrefined . When fainting Nature call'd for aid , And hov'ring Death prepared the blow , His vig'rous remedy ...
Pàgina 42
... kind ; How just that scorn ere yet thy voice declare , Search ev'ry state , and canvass ev'ry pray'r . Unnumber'd suppliants crowd Preferment's gate , Athirst for wealth , and burning to be great ; Delusive Fortune hears th ' incessant ...
... kind ; How just that scorn ere yet thy voice declare , Search ev'ry state , and canvass ev'ry pray'r . Unnumber'd suppliants crowd Preferment's gate , Athirst for wealth , and burning to be great ; Delusive Fortune hears th ' incessant ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
AE fond kiss art thou auld lang syne beauty beneath bless'd bloom bosom bower Branksome Hall breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm charms cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth ev'ry fair fame fancy fled flowers fond frae gale gaze gentle grave green happy harp hath hear heart Heaven hill hope hour John Gilpin JOSEPH ATKINSON Kilmeny land light living Lochiel lonely look lyre Marmion mirth morn mountain murmur muse Nature's ne'er never night o'er pass'd peace PIBROCH pleasure pow'r pride rapture rill rose round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild wind wings Yarrow youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 154 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Pàgina 152 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Pàgina 311 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Pàgina 153 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Pàgina 152 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
Pàgina 32 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Pàgina 196 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Pàgina 207 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Pàgina 110 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Pàgina 318 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.