English Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the Best English Authors; with Some Original Pieces, Hitherto Unpublished, Том 1Walter Scott J. Ballantyne and Company, 1810 - 264 страница |
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... breath ( nay , silence ) sell To fools , and ( swoln , not rich ) stretch out their bounds , By spoiling those that live , and wronging dead ; That they may drink in pearl , and couch their head In soft , but sleepless down ; in rich ...
... breath ( nay , silence ) sell To fools , and ( swoln , not rich ) stretch out their bounds , By spoiling those that live , and wronging dead ; That they may drink in pearl , and couch their head In soft , but sleepless down ; in rich ...
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... breath infects the sky ; The ground below is parched , the heavens above us fry : The shepherd drives his fainting flock Beneath the covert of a rock , And seeks refreshing rivulets nigh : The Sylvans to their shades retire , Those very ...
... breath infects the sky ; The ground below is parched , the heavens above us fry : The shepherd drives his fainting flock Beneath the covert of a rock , And seeks refreshing rivulets nigh : The Sylvans to their shades retire , Those very ...
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... breathing tresses , meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves , Or Winter yelling through the troublous air , Affrights thy shrinking train , And rudely rends ...
... breathing tresses , meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves , Or Winter yelling through the troublous air , Affrights thy shrinking train , And rudely rends ...
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... breath of flowers , Stealing from the woodbine bowers , By this thought - inspiring shade , By the gleamings of the glade , By the babbling of the brook , Winding slow in many a crook , By the rustling of the trees , By the humming of ...
... breath of flowers , Stealing from the woodbine bowers , By this thought - inspiring shade , By the gleamings of the glade , By the babbling of the brook , Winding slow in many a crook , By the rustling of the trees , By the humming of ...
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... breath , " Let smiling suns those gems illume ! " Fair flower , to live unseen is death . " Soft as the voice of vernal gales , That o'er the bending meadow blow , Or streams that steal through even vales , And murmur that they move so ...
... breath , " Let smiling suns those gems illume ! " Fair flower , to live unseen is death . " Soft as the voice of vernal gales , That o'er the bending meadow blow , Or streams that steal through even vales , And murmur that they move so ...
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airy Albret ANTISTROPHE arms Arthur ranged Avalonia bards beneath blast blest bliss bloom bold bosom bower breast breath bright brow Cardigan charm Coimbra cries crown dark dear death death's domain delight dost thou Doth dwell e'er fair fame fancy fate Fear flame flower fond frantic band Ganymede gentle glow grace grove hail hand happy hast hath haunt hear heart heaven Hebrides heroic arts hour king land Line 8th live maid monarch mourn muse nature pants ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pale passion peace plain pride queen rage rise rocks round rude scene shade shed shine shore sighs sing smiling song soul spread spring strain stranger band stream sung swain sweet tale taught tear temperate vale thee thine toil Urien vale wake warble waves wild wind wing wretch Yarrow youth
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Страница 84 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Страница 210 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For Nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Страница 89 - There must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill; Tis Fancy's land to which thou sett'st thy feet; Where still, 'tis said, the fairy people meet, Beneath each birken shade, on mead or hill. There, each trim lass, that skims the milky store, To the swart tribes their creamy bowls allots ; By night they sip it round the cottage door, While airy minstrels warble jocund notes.
Страница 22 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights, Wherein you spend your folly : There's nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy...
Страница 217 - No sedge-crowned sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend...
Страница 65 - TIMELY blossom, Infant fair, Fondling of a happy pair, Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight, Sleeping, waking, still at ease, Pleasing, without skill to please ; Little gossip, blithe and hale, Tattling many a broken tale, Singing many a tuneless song, Lavish of a heedless tongue ; Simple maiden, void of art, Babbling out the very heart, Yet...
Страница 89 - But think far off how, on the southern coast, I met thy friendship with an equal flame!
Страница 90 - These are the themes of simple, sure effect, That add new conquests to her boundless reign, And fill, with double force, her heart-commanding strain.
Страница 43 - The silent heart, which grief assails, Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales, Sees daisies open, rivers run, And seeks (as I have vainly done) Amusing thought ; but learns to know That solitude 's the nurse of woe.
Страница 40 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. Be fair or foul, or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.