New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets and Poetical Translators, 3±ÇC. and C. Whittingham, 1823 |
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... breast , But fill'd , in elder time , the ' historic page . 1 There Shakspeare's self , with every garland crown'd , Flew to those fairy climes his fancy sheen , In musing hour ; his wayward sisters found , And with their terrors dress ...
... breast , But fill'd , in elder time , the ' historic page . 1 There Shakspeare's self , with every garland crown'd , Flew to those fairy climes his fancy sheen , In musing hour ; his wayward sisters found , And with their terrors dress ...
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... breast * Thy touch , thy deadening touch has steel'd the [ smiled , Whence , through her rainbow shower , soft Pity Has closed the heart each godlike virtue bless'd To all the silent pleadings of his child . At thy command he plants the ...
... breast * Thy touch , thy deadening touch has steel'd the [ smiled , Whence , through her rainbow shower , soft Pity Has closed the heart each godlike virtue bless'd To all the silent pleadings of his child . At thy command he plants the ...
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... breast : Flash the keen lightnings from his eyes ; He scorns a while his bold emprise ; E'en now he seems , with eager pace , The consecrated floor to trace , And ope , from its tremendous gloom , The treasure of the wondrous tomb : The ...
... breast : Flash the keen lightnings from his eyes ; He scorns a while his bold emprise ; E'en now he seems , with eager pace , The consecrated floor to trace , And ope , from its tremendous gloom , The treasure of the wondrous tomb : The ...
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... of the plain . For thee the halcyon builds her summer's nest ; For thee the Ocean smooths her troubled breast , Gay from thy placid smiles , in thy own purple dress'd . Have ye not seen , in gentle eventide , When ODES . 59.
... of the plain . For thee the halcyon builds her summer's nest ; For thee the Ocean smooths her troubled breast , Gay from thy placid smiles , in thy own purple dress'd . Have ye not seen , in gentle eventide , When ODES . 59.
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... breast of steel , Which never melted at another's woe , Nor tenderness of bowels knew to feel . His heart is black as hell , in flowing store Who hears the needy crying at his door , Who hears them cry , ne recks * ; but suffers them be ...
... breast of steel , Which never melted at another's woe , Nor tenderness of bowels knew to feel . His heart is black as hell , in flowing store Who hears the needy crying at his door , Who hears them cry , ne recks * ; but suffers them be ...
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250 ÆäÀÌÁö - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
315 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
313 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
314 ÆäÀÌÁö - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
326 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
330 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow. BATTLE OF THE BALTIC...
313 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... 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, —...
327 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
324 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.