New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets and Poetical Translators, Volume 2Richard Alfred Davenport C. and C. Whittingham, 1823 |
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... the gothic architecture originally imitated the groves , which were in earlier times consecrated to religions worship . Divine Legation . + Earth - stopper . Borne on her clouds when Darkness flings O'er the still DESCRIPTIVE . 11.
... the gothic architecture originally imitated the groves , which were in earlier times consecrated to religions worship . Divine Legation . + Earth - stopper . Borne on her clouds when Darkness flings O'er the still DESCRIPTIVE . 11.
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... clouds when Darkness flings O'er the still air her raven wings , Ere yet the watery freight descends , While Heaven its purposes suspends , Night , let me stand in silent trance , And watch the lightning's kindling glance : While ...
... clouds when Darkness flings O'er the still air her raven wings , Ere yet the watery freight descends , While Heaven its purposes suspends , Night , let me stand in silent trance , And watch the lightning's kindling glance : While ...
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... clouds involve the pole , Disarms the thunders as they roll ! - Beneath how Nature throws around Grand inequalities of ground , While down the dells and o'er the steeps The wavy line of Paphos creeps ! — With awful sorrow I behold Yon ...
... clouds involve the pole , Disarms the thunders as they roll ! - Beneath how Nature throws around Grand inequalities of ground , While down the dells and o'er the steeps The wavy line of Paphos creeps ! — With awful sorrow I behold Yon ...
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... clouds are lost . Yes , Eaton Banks * , in vain I strive To hide the grief your oaks revive.- Bow thy tall branches , grateful wood ! Afford me blossom , leaf , and bud ! He for whose memory these I blend , Thy late lost master , was my ...
... clouds are lost . Yes , Eaton Banks * , in vain I strive To hide the grief your oaks revive.- Bow thy tall branches , grateful wood ! Afford me blossom , leaf , and bud ! He for whose memory these I blend , Thy late lost master , was my ...
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... cloud gay colours shine , And a new radiance gilds its swift decline . The cataract , that from yon Alpine vale Hoarse thunders on the wide - resounding gale , Lures me to darksome paths , where Deva roars , And sweeps with torrent ...
... cloud gay colours shine , And a new radiance gilds its swift decline . The cataract , that from yon Alpine vale Hoarse thunders on the wide - resounding gale , Lures me to darksome paths , where Deva roars , And sweeps with torrent ...
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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
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 144 - O, friendly to the best pursuits of man, Friendly to thought, to virtue, and to peace...
Page 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!
Page 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?
Page 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...