The Muse's Pocket Companion: A Collection of PoemsJ. Milliken, 1785 - 289 pàgines |
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Pàgina 81
... thro ' a ftony Arch , Ran winding up the hill . There deck'd with many a flower and herb His little Garden stands ; With fruitful trees in fhady rows , Ail planted by his hands . Then , fcoop'd within the folid rock , Three facred ...
... thro ' a ftony Arch , Ran winding up the hill . There deck'd with many a flower and herb His little Garden stands ; With fruitful trees in fhady rows , Ail planted by his hands . Then , fcoop'd within the folid rock , Three facred ...
Pàgina 86
... thro ' the hall . She Bertram courteously addrefs'd ; And kneeling on her knee ; Sir knight , the lady of thy love Hath fent this gift to thee . Then forth the drew a glittering helme Well - plated many a fold , The cafque was wrought ...
... thro ' the hall . She Bertram courteously addrefs'd ; And kneeling on her knee ; Sir knight , the lady of thy love Hath fent this gift to thee . Then forth the drew a glittering helme Well - plated many a fold , The cafque was wrought ...
Pàgina 88
... thro ' ; And many a tall and comely knight With furious force he flew . Now clofing faft on every fide They hem Sir Bertram round : But dauntless he repels their rage , And deals forth many a wound . The vigour of his fingle arm Had ...
... thro ' ; And many a tall and comely knight With furious force he flew . Now clofing faft on every fide They hem Sir Bertram round : But dauntless he repels their rage , And deals forth many a wound . The vigour of his fingle arm Had ...
Pàgina 92
... thro ' my folly and pride ! And now to atone for my fad fault , And his dear health regain , I'll go myfelf , and nurse my love , And footh his bed of pain . Then mounted the her milk - white fteed One morn at break of day ; And two ...
... thro ' my folly and pride ! And now to atone for my fad fault , And his dear health regain , I'll go myfelf , and nurse my love , And footh his bed of pain . Then mounted the her milk - white fteed One morn at break of day ; And two ...
Pàgina 96
... thro ' the grate , But ' twas a tranfient view . The third night wearied out he flept ' Till near the morning tide ; When ftarting up , he feiz'd his fword , And to the caftle hy'd .. When , lo he faw a ladder of Depending from the wall ...
... thro ' the grate , But ' twas a tranfient view . The third night wearied out he flept ' Till near the morning tide ; When ftarting up , he feiz'd his fword , And to the caftle hy'd .. When , lo he faw a ladder of Depending from the wall ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
beauteous beauty beneath Bertram BIRTHA bleffings bleft blifs bofom bower breaſt bright Brinkburn Priory caftle Chapel charms David Garrick dear Ev'n ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fear feek feen fhade fhall fhine fhore fhould fide figh filent filk fimple fire firft fkies fleep fmile foft fome fond fong foon footh forrow foul fpread fpring ftand fteps ftill ftrain ftranger ftream fuch fwain fweet gentle grace grove hand heart heaven Hermit hour laft loft lonely Lord lov'd lyre maid mind modeft Mufe Nature's ne'er night Northumberland o'er paffion pale PERCY pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride raiſe reft rifing river COQUET rocks rofe round ſcene ſhall ſhe ſhore tale tear thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thro tomb truth Twas vale vex'd virtue Warkworth waves weep whofe wonder youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 212 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Pàgina 148 - Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow flies...
Pàgina 166 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Pàgina 144 - A wretch forlorn," she cried; "Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude Where Heaven and you reside. " But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.
Pàgina 152 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed ; No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, To make him loathe his vegetable meal : But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil.
Pàgina 162 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Pàgina 153 - Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Pàgina 164 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment, tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Pàgina 211 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Pàgina 146 - Turn, Angelina, ever- dear. My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart; And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.