New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets and Poetical Translators, Volume 6C. and C. Whittingham, 1824 |
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... bosom labour'd with a boding sigh , And the big tear stood trembling in her eye . ' Too daring prince ! ah , whither dost thou run ? Ah , too forgetful of thy wife and son ! And think'st thou not how wretched we shall be , 10 P. XI ...
... bosom labour'd with a boding sigh , And the big tear stood trembling in her eye . ' Too daring prince ! ah , whither dost thou run ? Ah , too forgetful of thy wife and son ! And think'st thou not how wretched we shall be , 10 P. XI ...
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... bosom bound . Far beaming pendants tremble in her ear , Each gem illumined with a triple star . Then o'er her head she casts a veil more white Than new fallen snow , and dazzling as the light . Last her fair feet celestial sandals grace ...
... bosom bound . Far beaming pendants tremble in her ear , Each gem illumined with a triple star . Then o'er her head she casts a veil more white Than new fallen snow , and dazzling as the light . Last her fair feet celestial sandals grace ...
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... bosom terribly o'erlooks the tide . When stung with hunger she embroils the flood , The seadog and the dolphin are her food ; She makes the huge leviathan her prey , And all the monsters of the watery way ; The swiftest racer of the ...
... bosom terribly o'erlooks the tide . When stung with hunger she embroils the flood , The seadog and the dolphin are her food ; She makes the huge leviathan her prey , And all the monsters of the watery way ; The swiftest racer of the ...
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... bosom'd in the gloomy wood ; His eye how piercing , and his scent how true , To wind the vapour in the tainted dew ! Such , when Ulysses left his natal coast ; Now years unnerve him , and his lord is lost ! The women keep the generous ...
... bosom'd in the gloomy wood ; His eye how piercing , and his scent how true , To wind the vapour in the tainted dew ! Such , when Ulysses left his natal coast ; Now years unnerve him , and his lord is lost ! The women keep the generous ...
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... bosom rise , And absent Jason stands before her eyes , His looks , his gestures , graved within her breast : ' Such his deportment thus he wore his vest- Such words he utter'd thus , and there he 54 P. XI . ELEGANT EXTRACTS . Preston.
... bosom rise , And absent Jason stands before her eyes , His looks , his gestures , graved within her breast : ' Such his deportment thus he wore his vest- Such words he utter'd thus , and there he 54 P. XI . ELEGANT EXTRACTS . Preston.
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Page 12 - My soul impels me to the' embattled plains ; Let me be foremost to defend the throne, And guard my father's glories and my own. ' Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates; (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates !) The day when thou, imperial Troy! must bfend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end.
Page 260 - To horse, to horse ! halloo, halloo ! His fiery courser snuffs the morn, And thronging serfs their lord pursue. The eager pack, from couples freed, Dash through the bush, the brier, the brake ; While answering hound, and horn, and steed, The mountain echoes startling wake. The beams of God's own hallow'd day Had painted yonder spire with gold, And, calling sinful man to pray, Loud, long, and deep the bell had toll'd...
Page 202 - Require the borrow'd gloss of art ? Speak not of fate : ah ! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom : 'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream ; To love and joy thy thoughts confine, Nor hope to pierce the sacred gloom.
Page 12 - Yet while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee: Alas! my parents, brothers, kindred, all Once more will perish, if my Hector fall, Thy wife, thy infant, in thy danger share: Oh, prove a husband's and a father's care! That quarter most the skilful Greeks annoy, Where yon...
Page 36 - Visits each plant, and waters all the ground: While that in pipes beneath the palace flows, And thence its current on the town bestows; To various use their various streams they bring, The People one, and one supplies the King.
Page 27 - Think each office paid, Whate'er can rest a discontented shade ; But grant one last embrace, unhappy boy! Afford at least that melancholy joy.
Page 26 - He spoke : they hear him, and the word obey ; The rage of hunger and of thirst allay, Then ease in sleep the labours of the day. But great Pelides...
Page 73 - Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And rais'd such tumults in my breast ; For while I gaz'd, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost : My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung.
Page 6 - He hides the hero with his mighty shade, And threats aloud ! the Greeks with longing eyes Behold at distance, but forbear the prize. Then fierce Tydides stoops ; and from the fields Heaved with vast force, a rocky fragment wields. Not two strong men the...
Page 72 - O mother ! I am wounded through I die with pain in sooth I do ! Stung by some little angry thing, Some serpent on a tiny wing A bee it was for once, I know, I heard a rustic call it so.