Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Том 5Robert Chambers Amer. Book Exchange, 1879 |
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... sighs , New lustre to those charms impart ? Can cheeks , where living roses blow , Where nature spreads her richest dyes , Require the borrowed gloss of art ? Speak not of fate : ah ! change the theme , And talk of odours , talk of wine ...
... sighs , New lustre to those charms impart ? Can cheeks , where living roses blow , Where nature spreads her richest dyes , Require the borrowed gloss of art ? Speak not of fate : ah ! change the theme , And talk of odours , talk of wine ...
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... sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was . Where thou art gone , Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown . May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore , The parting sound shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens grieved ...
... sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was . Where thou art gone , Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown . May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore , The parting sound shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens grieved ...
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... sighs of absent swains , Or nymphs responsive , equally affect His horse and him , unconscious of them all . But oh the important budget ! ushered in With such heart - shaking music , who can say What are its tidings ? have our troops ...
... sighs of absent swains , Or nymphs responsive , equally affect His horse and him , unconscious of them all . But oh the important budget ! ushered in With such heart - shaking music , who can say What are its tidings ? have our troops ...
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... sighs the virgin lily droops , And jealous cowslips hang their tawny cups . How the young rose , in beauty's damask pride , Drinks the warm blushes of his bashful bride ; With honeyed lips enamoured woodbines meet , Clasp with fond arms ...
... sighs the virgin lily droops , And jealous cowslips hang their tawny cups . How the young rose , in beauty's damask pride , Drinks the warm blushes of his bashful bride ; With honeyed lips enamoured woodbines meet , Clasp with fond arms ...
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... sigh . With dauntless step she seeks the winding shore , Hears unappalled the glimmering torrents roar ; With paper - flags a floating cradle weaves , And hides the smiling boy in lotus leaves ; Gives her white bosom to his eager lips ...
... sigh . With dauntless step she seeks the winding shore , Hears unappalled the glimmering torrents roar ; With paper - flags a floating cradle weaves , And hides the smiling boy in lotus leaves ; Gives her white bosom to his eager lips ...
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Сторінка 292 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays...
Сторінка 262 - 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...
Сторінка 156 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Сторінка 156 - He struck with his o'ertaking wings And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Сторінка 159 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Сторінка 324 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Сторінка 279 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Сторінка 156 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Сторінка 16 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Сторінка 138 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms. Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant Dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.