The chaplet, poems, partly original and partly selected1805 |
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Արդյունքներ 21–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 26
... virtue's meed.— That beauty thus hath sunk thee , thus hath driv'n Peace , Health , and innocence away , and left The temple of thy God , thy spotless soul , To be a brothel house for want and vice.- E'en whilst my tears drop o'er the ...
... virtue's meed.— That beauty thus hath sunk thee , thus hath driv'n Peace , Health , and innocence away , and left The temple of thy God , thy spotless soul , To be a brothel house for want and vice.- E'en whilst my tears drop o'er the ...
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... virtues which through life endure . Beauty's blue eye will lose all power to charm , Loves dimpled smiles excite no soft alarm , When care and pain , press heavy on the breast , ” And wearied passion seeks its place of rest . Ah ! this ...
... virtues which through life endure . Beauty's blue eye will lose all power to charm , Loves dimpled smiles excite no soft alarm , When care and pain , press heavy on the breast , ” And wearied passion seeks its place of rest . Ah ! this ...
Էջ 49
... virtue's love , Till Sister angels summon thee above . FALSE GREATNESS . Mylo , forbear to call him blest That only boasts a large estate , Should all the treasures of the west Meet and conspire to make him great . I know thy better ...
... virtue's love , Till Sister angels summon thee above . FALSE GREATNESS . Mylo , forbear to call him blest That only boasts a large estate , Should all the treasures of the west Meet and conspire to make him great . I know thy better ...
Էջ 62
... virtues in thy breast Shall yield the best perfume . This nosegay , in thy bosom plac'd , A moral may convey : For soon its brightest tints shall fade , And all its sweets decay . So short - liv'd are the lovely tribes , Of 62.
... virtues in thy breast Shall yield the best perfume . This nosegay , in thy bosom plac'd , A moral may convey : For soon its brightest tints shall fade , And all its sweets decay . So short - liv'd are the lovely tribes , Of 62.
Էջ 64
... I took thy troth , and plighted mine . ) To thee , sweet girl ! my second ring A token , and a pledge I bring ; With this I wed , till death us part , Thy riper virtues to my heart ; Those virtues which , before untry'd , The wife has 64.
... I took thy troth , and plighted mine . ) To thee , sweet girl ! my second ring A token , and a pledge I bring ; With this I wed , till death us part , Thy riper virtues to my heart ; Those virtues which , before untry'd , The wife has 64.
Common terms and phrases
art thou beams beauty Beauty's beneath blast bless blest blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow charms cheek clasp'd cotton grass Croesus dear death delight despair dread drest dwell ev'ry Fanny blooming fair fate fear feel flow flowers fond form'd gale gentle glow grace grave grief hand happy hard fate hast hear heart Heav'n hope hour lady lips lov'd lyre maid Mary morn ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pang passions peace Pity poor pow'r praise pride rage rais'd rapture rest rise round shade sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spring swain sweet sweet sensation swell tear tempests tender thee thine thou thro trembling Twas vale virgin's first love virtue voice vows waves wild wild passion willow wind winding sheet wing youth
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Էջ 18 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun,' Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry...
Էջ 16 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Էջ 176 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
Էջ 14 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Էջ 87 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song: And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
Էջ 19 - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. " Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And...
Էջ 163 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Էջ 40 - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is ; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
Էջ 176 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, My Mary!
Էջ 17 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.