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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Հատոր 4
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1819
The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Հատոր 30
Ezekiel Sanford,Robert Walsh
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1822
The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Հատոր 2
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1819
angels appear arms awful bear beauty beneath bless bliss blood break breast breath bright charms clouds command dark dear death deep delight divine dwell earth eternal eyes face fair fear feel feet fire flame flesh give glory golden grace grow hand happy head heart Heaven heavenly hills honours hope immortal infinite Jesus joys King land leave lies light live look Lord meet mind mortal mourn move Muse nature never night o'er once pain passion pleasure powers praise reign rise roll round sacred scenes seas sense shade shining sight sing sits skies smiling song sorrows soul sound sovereign spirit spread springs stand stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thoughts thousand throne thunder tongue turn vain virtue wide wild wind wings wound youth
Էջ 379 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Էջ 378 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Էջ ii - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Էջ 378 - And, though sometimes, each dreary pause between. Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Էջ 383 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Էջ 377 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Էջ 22 - Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou?
Էջ 380 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its Poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp* shall now be laid ; That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.