New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, Volume 4 |
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... soothe in woe ; But friend or lover I have none , Because I cannot love but one . I go but wheresoe'er I flee There's not an eye will weep for me There's not a kind congenial heart Where I can claim the meanest part : Nor thou , who ...
... soothe in woe ; But friend or lover I have none , Because I cannot love but one . I go but wheresoe'er I flee There's not an eye will weep for me There's not a kind congenial heart Where I can claim the meanest part : Nor thou , who ...
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... soothe to take one lingering view , And bless thee in my last adieu ; Yet wish I not those eyes to weep For him that wanders o'er the deep ; Though wheresoe'er my bark may run , I love but thee , I love but one . LORD BYRON . ELEGY . TO ...
... soothe to take one lingering view , And bless thee in my last adieu ; Yet wish I not those eyes to weep For him that wanders o'er the deep ; Though wheresoe'er my bark may run , I love but thee , I love but one . LORD BYRON . ELEGY . TO ...
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... soothe my grief with thoughts of future joy . MUNDAY . TO ELIZA . I ASK'D a kiss , and scarce those lips complied , For instant fled the momentary joy : - Would thou hadst still the fatal bliss denied , And then , as now , been more ...
... soothe my grief with thoughts of future joy . MUNDAY . TO ELIZA . I ASK'D a kiss , and scarce those lips complied , For instant fled the momentary joy : - Would thou hadst still the fatal bliss denied , And then , as now , been more ...
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... soothe the fond impatience of my soul . A while I'll weave the roofs of jasmine bowers , And urge with trivial cares the loitering year ; A while I'll prune my grove , protect my flowers , Then , unlamented , press an early bier ! Of ...
... soothe the fond impatience of my soul . A while I'll weave the roofs of jasmine bowers , And urge with trivial cares the loitering year ; A while I'll prune my grove , protect my flowers , Then , unlamented , press an early bier ! Of ...
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... soothe my troubled soul to rest ; And yet again , ye pleasing visions rise , In all my Delia's gentler graces dress'd . And though through every semblance ye can range , Well might ye choose my Delia's form to wear , Secure , that to no ...
... soothe my troubled soul to rest ; And yet again , ye pleasing visions rise , In all my Delia's gentler graces dress'd . And though through every semblance ye can range , Well might ye choose my Delia's form to wear , Secure , that to no ...
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adieu beams beauty beguile beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom cold bower breast breath bright CHARLOTTE SMITH charm cheek cheer dark dear death despair dream e'er ELEGY eyes fade fair Fair city Fancy farewell fate feel flame flowers fond gale gay nature gentle gloom glow grace grave grief grove hast hear heart Heaven honours hope HOTWELLS hour hour of victory life's lips lonely LORD BYRON love restore love's Lover Lycidas lyre Maid with bosom mind Monody morn mourn Muse Naiad ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pangs pass'd peace pity pride rapture rill rise round scenes scorn shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song soothe sorrows soul spring strain stream sweet tear tempest tender thee thine thou thought tomb Twas vale virtue voice wake wandering wave weep wild winds youth
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Page 170 - Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart ; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Page 193 - Ay me, I fondly dream, Had ye been there! — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Page 172 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Page 195 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Page 198 - Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Page 197 - Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold ; Look homeward, angel, now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Page 197 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, 180 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 193 - O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return! Thee, Shepherd, thee the Woods, and desert Caves, With wild Thyme and the gadding Vine o'ergrown, And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays.
Page 170 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Page 126 - Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.