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Poems from the Portuguese of Luis de Camoens: with ... notes ... by Lord ...
Luiz de CAM’ES
Volledige weergave - 1810
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Luis Vaz De Camoens
Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015
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Luis Vaz De Camoens
Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2018
amongst amorous appears bears beautiful better bliss blooms blushing Boards breast called CAMOENS CANZON CANZONET character charms close cold commentators compositions Dante dear death delight Ditto dreams Edition eyes fair fanciful Faria fate feel formed former Four Vols genius gentle give grace grief hand hast heart Hope hour idea IMITATED India Italy kind Lady language late light lines lips Lisbon live Love Lusiad MADRIGAL Memory mind mistress mournful muse never night o'er Octavo original pain passion perhaps Poem Poet Poet's poor Portuguese present Price Price 11 printed probable REMARKS rose round says scarcely secret seems sentiment severe sighs smile soft song SONNET soon soul Sousa Spanish spirit STANZAS sure sweet taste tears tell thee thou thought thousand tion Translator truth turn Vols weep writer written young
Pagina 107 - So to intergraft our hands as yet Was all the means to make us one, And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation.
Pagina 37 - O'er the buxom breast of Spring. Hope, that buds in lover's heart, Lives not through the scorn of years ; Time makes Love itself depart ; Time and scorn congeal the mind ; Looks unkind Freeze affection's warmest tears. Time shall make the bushes green : Time dissolve the winter snow; Winds be soft and skies serene ; Linnets sing their wonted strain ; But again Blighted love shall never blow.
Pagina 18 - CAMOENS present a mournful picture not merely of individual calamity, but of national ingratitude. He whose best years had been devoted to the service of his country, he, who had taught her literary fame to rival the proudest efforts of Italy itself, and who seemed born to revive the remembrance of ancient gentility and Lusian heroism, was compelled in age, to wander through the streets, a wretched dependant on casual contribution.
Pagina 47 - ... still, and winds serene, I wander silently. And while my lone step prints the dew, Dear are the dreams that bless my view, To Memory's eye the maid appears, For whom have sprung my sweetest tears, So oft, so tenderly...
Pagina 43 - JUST like love is yonder Rose : — Heavenly fragrance round it throws, Yet tears its dewy leaves disclose, And in the midst of briers it blows ; Just like love.
Pagina 45 - I saw the passions' pliant slave In gallant trim and gay, His course was pleasure's placid wave, His life a summer's day.
Pagina 9 - The sighs of grief were soon lost in those of mutual delight, and the hour of parting was, perhaps, the sweetest of our poet's existence. Thus comforted, he removed to Santarem (the scene of his banishment) but speedily returned to Lisbon...
Pagina 121 - Canson, vos pogues ir per tot le mond ; Namque locutus sum in lingua trina, Ut gravis mea spina Si saccia per lo mondo, ogn' uomo il senta : Forse pietŗ n