The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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Aaron Hill beams beauty beneath blaze bless'd bliss blooming breast breath bright Cawthorn charm'd charms clan Ross dark dear death divine e'en ease fair fame fate fire flame flow flowers fond form'd genius glory glow grace grave grief half hand heart heaven Hill hope immortal imperial car inspire James Cawthorn kings learn'd life's light live Lochleven Lord lyre maid MICHAEL BRUCE mind mourn Muse Muse's Naiad nature Nature's night numbers nymph o'er Odin pain pale passion pity plain poem poet's poets pomp praise pride proud rage rapture rise round sacred Saviour bleeds scene sense seraph shade shine sigh sing smile soft song soul spleen strain sweet taste teach tear thee thine thou thought throne toy'd trembling TUNBRIDGE vale verse Vex'd virtue warmth wild wind wings wish wood youth
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Página 99 - Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains ; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it soft as silk remains.
Página 323 - Now, Spring returns : but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
Página 118 - Abelard and Elo'isa flourished in the twelfth century ; they were two of the most distinguished persons of their age in learning and beauty, but for nothing more famous than for their unfortunate passion. After a long course of calamities, they retired each to a several convent, and consecrated the remainder of their days to religion.
Página 321 - Puts on the robe she neither sewed nor spun ; The birds on ground, or on the branches green, Hop to and fro, and glitter in the sun. Soon as o'er eastern hills the morning peers, From her low nest the tufted lark upsprings And, cheerful singing, up the air she steers ; Still high she mounts, still loud and sweet she sings.
Página 322 - Academic bays ; Thus gentle THOMSON, as the Seasons roll, Taught them to sing the great CREATOR'S praise, And bear their poet's name from pole to pole. Thus have I walk'd along the dewy lawn ; My frequent foot the blooming wild hath worn ; Before the lark I've sung the beauteous dawn, And gather'd health from all the gales of morn. And, even when Winter chill'd the aged year, I wander'd lonely o'er the hoary plain ; Tho' frosty Boreas warn'd me to forbear, Boreas, with all his tempests, warn'd in...
Página 324 - There let me sleep forgotten in the clay, When Death shall shut these weary aching eyes, — Rest in the hopes of an eternal day, Till the long night is gone, and the last morn arise.
Página 69 - Tuneful Alexis, on the Thames' fair side, The ladies' play-thing, and the muses' pride- — With merit popular, with wit polite, Easy though vain, and elegant though light, — Desiring and deserving others...
Página 47 - As lamps burn silent with unconscious light, So modest ease in beauty shines most bright. Unaiming charms with edge resistless fall, And she who means no mischief does it all.
Página 303 - And has he slain my brother dear ?" The furious Graeme replies : " Dishonour blast my name, but he By me, ere morning, dies ! " Tell me where is Sir James the Rose ; I will thee well reward." " He sleeps into Lord Buchan's park ; Matilda is his guard.
Página 81 - I view, and, shock'd, from ev'ry object start: There hung the watch, that beating hours from day, Told its sweet owner's lessening life away. There, her dear diamond taught the sash my name; 'Tis gone! frail image of love, life, and fame. That glass, she dress'd at, keeps her form no more; Not one dear foot-step tunes th