New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets and Poetical Translators, Volume 3C. and C. Whittingham, 1823 - English literature |
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... Glory The Man of Taste To Stupidity To Folly . To a Fountain Home . To To Tranquillity To Contemplation To the Rev. John Ireland Darwin . 160 Rev. T. Percy , 161 M. G. Lewis . 162 M. G. Lewis . 166 Wodhull . 169 Akenside , 172 Bishop ...
... Glory The Man of Taste To Stupidity To Folly . To a Fountain Home . To To Tranquillity To Contemplation To the Rev. John Ireland Darwin . 160 Rev. T. Percy , 161 M. G. Lewis . 162 M. G. Lewis . 166 Wodhull . 169 Akenside , 172 Bishop ...
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... glory open round , And circling choirs of angels call , Canst thou , with all thy terrors crown'd , Hope to obscure that latent spark Destined to shine when suns are dark ? Thy triumphs cease ! through every land , Hark ! Truth ...
... glory open round , And circling choirs of angels call , Canst thou , with all thy terrors crown'd , Hope to obscure that latent spark Destined to shine when suns are dark ? Thy triumphs cease ! through every land , Hark ! Truth ...
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... glory ; When insupportably advancing , Her arm made mockery of the warrior's ramp , While , timid looks of fury glancing , Domestic treason , crush'd beneath her fatal stamp , Writhed like a wounded dragon in his gore ; Then I reproach ...
... glory ; When insupportably advancing , Her arm made mockery of the warrior's ramp , While , timid looks of fury glancing , Domestic treason , crush'd beneath her fatal stamp , Writhed like a wounded dragon in his gore ; Then I reproach ...
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... glory soon ! In vain , to break our firm array , Thy brazen drums hoarse discord bray : Those sounds our rising fury fan : English Richard in the van , On to victory we go , A vaunting infidel the foe . ' Blondel led the tuneful band ...
... glory soon ! In vain , to break our firm array , Thy brazen drums hoarse discord bray : Those sounds our rising fury fan : English Richard in the van , On to victory we go , A vaunting infidel the foe . ' Blondel led the tuneful band ...
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... glory chose ; And to the strings of various chime Attemper'd thus the fabling rhyme- ' O'er Cornwall's cliffs the tempest roar'd , High the screaming seamew soar'd ; On Tintaggel's * topmost tower Darksome fell the sleety shower ; Round ...
... glory chose ; And to the strings of various chime Attemper'd thus the fabling rhyme- ' O'er Cornwall's cliffs the tempest roar'd , High the screaming seamew soar'd ; On Tintaggel's * topmost tower Darksome fell the sleety shower ; Round ...
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Anacreon ANNA SEWARD beams beauty beneath blast bless'd bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH charms cheek cheer courser crown'd Cumnor dark dear death deep delight dost doth dreams earth fair fairy Fancy fire flame flowers fond gale gentle Glastonbury Abbey gloom glory glowing golden grace green groves hail hast hath hear heart heaven hill Hope hour Ianthe Inchcape Rock King King Arthur light lonely lyre maid Motezuma mourn Muse Musidora Naiads Nature's night numbers nymph o'er Ovid pale Petrarch plain R. A. DAVENPORT rage rapture rills round scenes shade shed shine sighs silent sing sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound Spring storm stranger band stream sweet swell tears tempests thee thine thou train vale vermil voice wake wave weep wild wind wing youth
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Page 313 - 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 311 - 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 325 - 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. Her face was...
Page 328 - 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; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Page 312 - 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 311 - ... 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 328 - 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 16 - Woods ! that listen to the night-birds singing, Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclined, Save when your own imperious branches swinging, Have made a solemn music of the wind ! Where, like a man beloved of God, Through glooms, which never woodman trod...
Page 74 - Now air is hushed, 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...
Page 306 - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.