New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, Volume 3 |
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Pagina 3
... mourns some chieftain brave , When every shrieking maid her bosom beat , And strew'd with choicest herbs his scented grave ! Or whether , sitting in the shepherd's shiel * , Thou hear'st some sounding tale of war's alarms ; When at the ...
... mourns some chieftain brave , When every shrieking maid her bosom beat , And strew'd with choicest herbs his scented grave ! Or whether , sitting in the shepherd's shiel * , Thou hear'st some sounding tale of war's alarms ; When at the ...
Pagina 4
... mourn'd in air , fell , fell rebellion slain ! And as , of late , they joy'd in Preston's fight , Saw , at sad Falkirk , all their hopes near crown'd ! They raved ! divining , through their second sight , Pale , red Culloden , where ...
... mourn'd in air , fell , fell rebellion slain ! And as , of late , they joy'd in Preston's fight , Saw , at sad Falkirk , all their hopes near crown'd ! They raved ! divining , through their second sight , Pale , red Culloden , where ...
Pagina 9
... mourn , on Yarrow's banks , where Willy's laid ! Meantime , ye powers that on the plains which bore The cordial youth , on Lothian's plains§ , attend ! — Where'er Home dwells , on hill or lowly moor , To him I love your kind protection ...
... mourn , on Yarrow's banks , where Willy's laid ! Meantime , ye powers that on the plains which bore The cordial youth , on Lothian's plains§ , attend ! — Where'er Home dwells , on hill or lowly moor , To him I love your kind protection ...
Pagina 34
... mourn ! Mourn , devoted city , mourn ! Doom'd for all thy crimes to know Scenes of battle , scenes of woe ! Who is he - O , spare the sight ! - Robed in gold with jewels bright ? Hark ! he deigns the crowd to call ; Chiefs and warriors ...
... mourn ! Mourn , devoted city , mourn ! Doom'd for all thy crimes to know Scenes of battle , scenes of woe ! Who is he - O , spare the sight ! - Robed in gold with jewels bright ? Hark ! he deigns the crowd to call ; Chiefs and warriors ...
Pagina 37
... mourn ! Mourn , devoted city , mourn ! ' Cease your boast , O stranger band , Conquerors of my fallen land ! Avarice strides your van before , Phantom meagre , pale , and hoar ! Discord follows , breathing flame , Still opposing claim ...
... mourn ! Mourn , devoted city , mourn ! ' Cease your boast , O stranger band , Conquerors of my fallen land ! Avarice strides your van before , Phantom meagre , pale , and hoar ! Discord follows , breathing flame , Still opposing claim ...
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Pagina 315 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when...
Pagina 313 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Pagina 314 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Pagina 251 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free; Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all th' adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Pagina 330 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Pagina 313 - ... no help, come let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, —...
Pagina 326 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Pagina 24 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Pagina 327 - Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
Pagina 316 - I know that all the muse's heavenly lays, With toil of sprite which are so dearly bought, As idle sounds, of few or none are sought, That there is nothing lighter than mere praise.