New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, Volume 3 |
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... breast , But fill'd , in elder time , the ' historic page . 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'd ...
... breast , But fill'd , in elder time , the ' historic page . 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'd ...
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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 69.
... 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 69.
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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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Page 315 - 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 313 - 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 314 - 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 251 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free; Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all th' adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Page 330 - 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 313 - ... 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 326 - 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.
Page 24 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 327 - 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.
Page 316 - I know that all the muse's heavenly lays, With toil of sprite which are so dearly bought, As idle sounds, of few or none are sought, That there is nothing lighter than mere praise.