New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, Volume 3 |
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... passing steed , And frequent round him rolls his sullen eyes , If chance his savage wrath may some weak wretch surprise . Ah , luckless swain , o'er all unbless'd , indeed ! Whom late bewilder'd in the dank dark fen , Far from his ...
... passing steed , And frequent round him rolls his sullen eyes , If chance his savage wrath may some weak wretch surprise . Ah , luckless swain , o'er all unbless'd , indeed ! Whom late bewilder'd in the dank dark fen , Far from his ...
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... pass'd . Proceed ! nor quit the tales which , simply told , Could once so well my answering bosom pierce ; Proceed , in forceful sounds and colour bold , The native legends of thy land rehearse ; To such adapt thy lyre , and suit thy ...
... pass'd . Proceed ! nor quit the tales which , simply told , Could once so well my answering bosom pierce ; Proceed , in forceful sounds and colour bold , The native legends of thy land rehearse ; To such adapt thy lyre , and suit thy ...
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... pass'd , Heaven's favour'd hills appear at last ! Object of our holy vow , We tread the Tyrian valleys now . From Carmel's almond - shaded steep We feel the cheering fragrance creep : O'er Engaddi's shrubs of balm Waves the date ...
... pass'd , Heaven's favour'd hills appear at last ! Object of our holy vow , We tread the Tyrian valleys now . From Carmel's almond - shaded steep We feel the cheering fragrance creep : O'er Engaddi's shrubs of balm Waves the date ...
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... pass the ivory gate ! New age , that rollest o'er man thy dawning year , Ah , sure all happy omens hail thy birth ; Sure whiter annals in thy train appear , And purer glory cheers the gladden'd Earth . Like the young eagle , when his ...
... pass the ivory gate ! New age , that rollest o'er man thy dawning year , Ah , sure all happy omens hail thy birth ; Sure whiter annals in thy train appear , And purer glory cheers the gladden'd Earth . Like the young eagle , when his ...
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... passing gale ; Or fountain , gurgling down the sacred vale ; Or hymn to beauty's queen , or lover's tender tale . Here Venus revels , here maintains her court In light festivity and gladsome game : The young and gay , in frolic troops ...
... passing gale ; Or fountain , gurgling down the sacred vale ; Or hymn to beauty's queen , or lover's tender tale . Here Venus revels , here maintains her court In light festivity and gladsome game : The young and gay , in frolic troops ...
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Page 315 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when...
Page 313 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Page 314 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Page 251 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free; Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all th' adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Page 330 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Page 313 - ... no help, come let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, —...
Page 326 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Page 24 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 327 - Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
Page 316 - I know that all the muse's heavenly lays, With toil of sprite which are so dearly bought, As idle sounds, of few or none are sought, That there is nothing lighter than mere praise.