Beauties of the Modern Poets: In Selections from the Works of Byron, Moore, Scott [and Others] : with Many Fugitive Pieces of Distinguished MeritWightman and Cramp, 1826 - 392 páginas |
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... fierce influence checked the song of love ; And nature flagg'd beneath the sultry ray . But still , dear CLAREMONT ! still thy groves were green ; And still the princely dwellers fondly roved Amid thy cool retreats . Thy lordly Oak , In ...
... fierce influence checked the song of love ; And nature flagg'd beneath the sultry ray . But still , dear CLAREMONT ! still thy groves were green ; And still the princely dwellers fondly roved Amid thy cool retreats . Thy lordly Oak , In ...
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... Fierce lightnings glared— And thunder pealed its dread artillery ! The fiend of desolation roamed abroad- The night - bird screamed - the boding raven croaked- And nature , shuddering , in convulsion writhed ! Sheltered that ancient oak ...
... Fierce lightnings glared— And thunder pealed its dread artillery ! The fiend of desolation roamed abroad- The night - bird screamed - the boding raven croaked- And nature , shuddering , in convulsion writhed ! Sheltered that ancient oak ...
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... fierce havoc of war , There they find their last earthly repose . They sleep the sweet sleep of the brave ! O'er their sod the fresh laurel shall bloom ; And the cypress shall mournfully wave , As the night - wind sweeps over their tomb ...
... fierce havoc of war , There they find their last earthly repose . They sleep the sweet sleep of the brave ! O'er their sod the fresh laurel shall bloom ; And the cypress shall mournfully wave , As the night - wind sweeps over their tomb ...
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... fiercely spring Upon the futile , faithless thing . Now , wheeling round with bootless skill , Thy bo - peep tail provokes thee still , As oft beyond thy curving side Its jetty tip is seen to glide ; Till from thy centre starting far ...
... fiercely spring Upon the futile , faithless thing . Now , wheeling round with bootless skill , Thy bo - peep tail provokes thee still , As oft beyond thy curving side Its jetty tip is seen to glide ; Till from thy centre starting far ...
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... fiercely beat , And smiles a link in thee to find , That joins him still to living kind . Whence hast thou then , thou witless puss , The magic power to charm us thus ? Is it , that in thy glaring eye , And rapid movements , we descry ...
... fiercely beat , And smiles a link in thee to find , That joins him still to living kind . Whence hast thou then , thou witless puss , The magic power to charm us thus ? Is it , that in thy glaring eye , And rapid movements , we descry ...
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Beauties of the Modern Poets: In Selections from the Works of Byron, Moore ... William Wordsworth,David Carey Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
admiring bands amid Argentine barbed horse Barry Cornwall beam beauty beneath billows blaze blood blue bosom bower brave breast breath bright brow charm cheek child clouds cold dark dear death death or freedom deep delight dread dream earth Edward Bruce fair fairy fear feel fierce fire fled flowers gaze gentle glide gloom glory glow grave guardian band hast hath heard heart heaven hope hour Inchcape Rock Joanna Baillie lady light lips lone look look'd Lord Lord Byron lost for love maid moon morning ne'er night o'er ocean pale pride R. B. SHERIDAN rapture rest rock rose round Sappho seem'd shade shone shore sigh silent sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit star stood storm sweet tears thee thine thou thought toy'd trembling Twas voice wave weep wild wind wings youth
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Página 250 - The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain, Slaves by their own compulsion ! In mad game They burst their manacles and wear the name Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain ! O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour ; But thou nor swell's!
Página 125 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Página 26 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Página 208 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Página 312 - Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Página 97 - Her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp ; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent heart — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody...
Página 169 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Página 178 - And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.
Página 124 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Página 127 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.