English Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the Best English Authors; with Some Original Pieces, Hitherto Unpublished, Հատոր 1Walter Scott J. Ballantyne and Company, 1810 - 264 էջ |
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... rise keeps down all rising crimes : Happy , thrice happy age ! happy , thrice happy times ! But wretched we , to whom these iron days ( Hard days ) afford nor matter , nor reward ! Sings Maro ? Men deride high Maro's lays , ; Their ...
... rise keeps down all rising crimes : Happy , thrice happy age ! happy , thrice happy times ! But wretched we , to whom these iron days ( Hard days ) afford nor matter , nor reward ! Sings Maro ? Men deride high Maro's lays , ; Their ...
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... murmuring : Back fly the streams to shroud them in their mother spring . Yet thou , sweet numerous muse , why should'st thou droop , That every vulgar ear thy music scorns ? Nor can they rise , nor thou so low canst 8 Melancholy,
... murmuring : Back fly the streams to shroud them in their mother spring . Yet thou , sweet numerous muse , why should'st thou droop , That every vulgar ear thy music scorns ? Nor can they rise , nor thou so low canst 8 Melancholy,
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... rise , nor thou so low canst stoop ; No seed of heav'n takes root in mud or thorns . When owls or crows , imping their flaggy wing With thy stolen plumes , their notes through th ' air fling ; Oh shame ! they howl and croak , whilst ...
... rise , nor thou so low canst stoop ; No seed of heav'n takes root in mud or thorns . When owls or crows , imping their flaggy wing With thy stolen plumes , their notes through th ' air fling ; Oh shame ! they howl and croak , whilst ...
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... rise , Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes . The merchant bows unto the seaman's star , The ploughman from the sun his season takes ; But still the lover wonders what they are , Who look for day before his mistress wakes . Awake ...
... rise , Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes . The merchant bows unto the seaman's star , The ploughman from the sun his season takes ; But still the lover wonders what they are , Who look for day before his mistress wakes . Awake ...
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... , Will bite thy foot , when thou hast trod ; Nor let the water rising high , As thou wadest in , make thee cry And sob ; but ever live with me , And not a wave shall trouble thee ! X. SONG ON MAY MORNING . MILTON . Now the 25.
... , Will bite thy foot , when thou hast trod ; Nor let the water rising high , As thou wadest in , make thee cry And sob ; but ever live with me , And not a wave shall trouble thee ! X. SONG ON MAY MORNING . MILTON . Now the 25.
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English Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the ..., Հատոր 1 Walter Scott Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1810 |
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airy Albret ANTISTROPHE arms Arthur ranged Avalonia bards beneath blast blest bliss bloom bold bosom bower breast breath bright brow Cardigan charm Coimbra cries crown dark dear death death's domain delight dost thou Doth dwell e'er fair fame fancy fate Fear flame flower fond frantic band Ganymede gentle glow grace grove hail hand happy hast hath haunt hear heart heaven Hebrides heroic arts hour king land Line 8th live maid monarch mourn muse nature pants ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pale passion peace plain pride queen rage rise rocks round rude scene shade shed shine shore sighs sing smiling song soul spread spring strain stranger band stream sung swain sweet tale taught tear temperate vale thee thine toil Urien vale wake warble waves wild wind wing wretch Yarrow youth
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Էջ 84 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Էջ 210 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For Nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Էջ 89 - There must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill; Tis Fancy's land to which thou sett'st thy feet; Where still, 'tis said, the fairy people meet, Beneath each birken shade, on mead or hill. There, each trim lass, that skims the milky store, To the swart tribes their creamy bowls allots ; By night they sip it round the cottage door, While airy minstrels warble jocund notes.
Էջ 22 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights, Wherein you spend your folly : There's nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy...
Էջ 217 - No sedge-crowned sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend...
Էջ 65 - TIMELY blossom, Infant fair, Fondling of a happy pair, Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight, Sleeping, waking, still at ease, Pleasing, without skill to please ; Little gossip, blithe and hale, Tattling many a broken tale, Singing many a tuneless song, Lavish of a heedless tongue ; Simple maiden, void of art, Babbling out the very heart, Yet...
Էջ 89 - But think far off how, on the southern coast, I met thy friendship with an equal flame!
Էջ 90 - These are the themes of simple, sure effect, That add new conquests to her boundless reign, And fill, with double force, her heart-commanding strain.
Էջ 43 - The silent heart, which grief assails, Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales, Sees daisies open, rivers run, And seeks (as I have vainly done) Amusing thought ; but learns to know That solitude 's the nurse of woe.
Էջ 40 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. Be fair or foul, or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.