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Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the Best English Authors; with Some Original Pieces, Hitherto Unpublished, Том 1Walter Scott J. Ballantyne and Company, 1810 - 264 страница |
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... soft fires , dispersed in every vein , Yield open passage to the thronging train , And swelling numbers ' tide rolls like the surging main , So where fair Thames , and crooked Isis ' son , Pays tribute to his king , the mantling stream ...
... soft fires , dispersed in every vein , Yield open passage to the thronging train , And swelling numbers ' tide rolls like the surging main , So where fair Thames , and crooked Isis ' son , Pays tribute to his king , the mantling stream ...
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... those that live , and wronging dead ; That they may drink in pearl , and couch their head In soft , but sleepless down ; in rich , but restless bed . O , let them in their gold quaff dropsies down 9 River God's Courtship,
... those that live , and wronging dead ; That they may drink in pearl , and couch their head In soft , but sleepless down ; in rich , but restless bed . O , let them in their gold quaff dropsies down 9 River God's Courtship,
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... soft lay , Now timely sing , e'er the rude bird of hate Foretel my hopeless doom in some grove nigh ; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief , yet hadst no reason why : Whether the muse , or love , call thee his mate ...
... soft lay , Now timely sing , e'er the rude bird of hate Foretel my hopeless doom in some grove nigh ; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief , yet hadst no reason why : Whether the muse , or love , call thee his mate ...
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... 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 . No real happiness is found In trailing purple o'er the ...
... 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 . No real happiness is found In trailing purple o'er the ...
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... soft a dwelling ? Go , lovely flower , thou prettiest flower , That ever smiled in Yarrow bower ; Go , daughter of the dewy morning , With Alves ' blush the fields adorning . Go , lovely rose , what do'st thou here ? Ling'ring away thy ...
... soft a dwelling ? Go , lovely flower , thou prettiest flower , That ever smiled in Yarrow bower ; Go , daughter of the dewy morning , With Alves ' blush the fields adorning . Go , lovely rose , what do'st thou here ? Ling'ring away thy ...
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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.