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Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the Best English Authors; with Some Original Pieces, Hitherto Unpublished, Հատոր 1Walter Scott J. Ballantyne and Company, 1810 - 264 էջ |
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... , or I , undone ? The loss of these I can supply With keener shafts from Chloe's eye : Fear not we e'er can be disgraced While that bright magazine shall last : Your crowded altars still shall smoke , And man your 55.
... , or I , undone ? The loss of these I can supply With keener shafts from Chloe's eye : Fear not we e'er can be disgraced While that bright magazine shall last : Your crowded altars still shall smoke , And man your 55.
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... oft , retired by day , In dreams of passion melt away , Allowed with thee to dwell : There waste the mournful lamp of night , Till , virgin , thou again delight To hear a British shell ! XXVII . ODE TO FEAR . COLLINS . THOU , 74.
... oft , retired by day , In dreams of passion melt away , Allowed with thee to dwell : There waste the mournful lamp of night , Till , virgin , thou again delight To hear a British shell ! XXVII . ODE TO FEAR . COLLINS . THOU , 74.
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... FEAR . COLLINS . THOU , to whom the world unknown With all its shadowy shapes is shown ; Who seest appall'd , the unreal scene , While fancy lifts the veil between : Ah , Fear ! ah , frantic Fear ! I see , I see thee near . I know thy ...
... FEAR . COLLINS . THOU , to whom the world unknown With all its shadowy shapes is shown ; Who seest appall'd , the unreal scene , While fancy lifts the veil between : Ah , Fear ! ah , frantic Fear ! I see , I see thee near . I know thy ...
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... Fear , this ghastly train can see , And look not madly wild like thee ? EPODE . In earliest Greece , to thee , with partial choice , The grief - full muse addrest her infant tongue ; The maids and matrons , on her awful voice , Silent ...
... Fear , this ghastly train can see , And look not madly wild like thee ? EPODE . In earliest Greece , to thee , with partial choice , The grief - full muse addrest her infant tongue ; The maids and matrons , on her awful voice , Silent ...
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... Fear , I know thee by my throbbing heart , Thy withering power inspired each mournful line , Though gentle Pity claim her mingled part , Yet all the thunders of the scene are thine . ANTISTROPHE , Thou , who such weary lengths hast past ...
... Fear , I know thee by my throbbing heart , Thy withering power inspired each mournful line , Though gentle Pity claim her mingled part , Yet all the thunders of the scene are thine . ANTISTROPHE , Thou , who such weary lengths hast past ...
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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.