New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, Հատոր 1 |
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... bosom pour'd a ray , And painted to his eyes the gentle scene , [ reign ! Where lions dandled lambs ; O Peace , thy golden High smiling in delight a lady sat , Young as the dawning morn , on ivory throne ; Upon her looks the virgin ...
... bosom pour'd a ray , And painted to his eyes the gentle scene , [ reign ! Where lions dandled lambs ; O Peace , thy golden High smiling in delight a lady sat , Young as the dawning morn , on ivory throne ; Upon her looks the virgin ...
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... bosom clung , A mother's song the Virgin - Mother_sung . They told her how a glorious light , Streaming from a heavenly throng , Around them shone , suspending night ! While sweeter than a mother's song , Bless'd angels heralded the ...
... bosom clung , A mother's song the Virgin - Mother_sung . They told her how a glorious light , Streaming from a heavenly throng , Around them shone , suspending night ! While sweeter than a mother's song , Bless'd angels heralded the ...
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... Lord looked down upon the proud ; And the host drave heavily Down the steep bosom of the sea . With a quick and sudden swell , Prone the liquid ramparts fell ; Over horse and over car , Over every man of DEVOTIONAL AND MORAL . 35.
... Lord looked down upon the proud ; And the host drave heavily Down the steep bosom of the sea . With a quick and sudden swell , Prone the liquid ramparts fell ; Over horse and over car , Over every man of DEVOTIONAL AND MORAL . 35.
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... bosom sleep ; At whose command the foaming billows roar , Yet know their limits , tremble , and adore . Ye mists and vapours , hail and snow , And you who through the concave blow , Swift executors of his holy word , [ Lord . Whirlwinds ...
... bosom sleep ; At whose command the foaming billows roar , Yet know their limits , tremble , and adore . Ye mists and vapours , hail and snow , And you who through the concave blow , Swift executors of his holy word , [ Lord . Whirlwinds ...
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... bosom of Despair ! See o'er her famish'd babe the mother hang ! Maternal fondness adding edge to woe , Keen as her childbed's agonizing throe . But , oh ! my chill'd blood shudders at the sight— Resistless hunger gives a fiercer pang ...
... bosom of Despair ! See o'er her famish'd babe the mother hang ! Maternal fondness adding edge to woe , Keen as her childbed's agonizing throe . But , oh ! my chill'd blood shudders at the sight— Resistless hunger gives a fiercer pang ...
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Էջ 8 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
Էջ 204 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or, how the royal Bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy Seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Էջ 1 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Էջ 7 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell...
Էջ 7 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Էջ 202 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Էջ 203 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride : His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
Էջ 374 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Էջ 33 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...
Էջ 160 - Who in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending. And if they make reply. Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it, is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.