New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets and Poetical Translators, Volume 3C. and C. Whittingham, 1823 |
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... eyes , If chance his savage wrath may some weak wretch surprise . Ah , luckless swain , o'er all unbless'd , indeed ... eye the grim and grisly shape , In all its terrors clad , shall wild appear . Meantime the watery surge shall round ...
... eyes , If chance his savage wrath may some weak wretch surprise . Ah , luckless swain , o'er all unbless'd , indeed ... eye the grim and grisly shape , In all its terrors clad , shall wild appear . Meantime the watery surge shall round ...
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... eye can trace thy mystic lore , Lock'd up in characters as dark as night ? What eye those long long labyrinths dare ex- plore § , To which the parted soul oft wings her flight ; Again to visit her cold cell of clay , [ decay ! Charm'd ...
... eye can trace thy mystic lore , Lock'd up in characters as dark as night ? What eye those long long labyrinths dare ex- plore § , To which the parted soul oft wings her flight ; Again to visit her cold cell of clay , [ decay ! Charm'd ...
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... eyes diffused a soften'd fire , And thus he waked the warbling wire— ' Listen , Henry , to my rede ! Not from fairy realms I lead Bright - robed Tradition , to relate In forged colours Arthur's fate ; Though much of old romantic lore On ...
... eyes diffused a soften'd fire , And thus he waked the warbling wire— ' Listen , Henry , to my rede ! Not from fairy realms I lead Bright - robed Tradition , to relate In forged colours Arthur's fate ; Though much of old romantic lore On ...
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... eyes ; He scorns a while his bold emprise ; E'en now he seems , with eager pace , The consecrated floor to trace , And ope , from its tremendous gloom , The treasure of the wondrous tomb : The bay of Dublin . Harald , or Harsager , the ...
... eyes ; He scorns a while his bold emprise ; E'en now he seems , with eager pace , The consecrated floor to trace , And ope , from its tremendous gloom , The treasure of the wondrous tomb : The bay of Dublin . Harald , or Harsager , the ...
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... eyes he roll'd , Thus his tongue the future told ; Cortes ' veterans paused to hear , Wondering all , though void of fear- Mourn , devoted city , mourn ! Mourn , devoted city , mourn ! Doom'd for all thy crimes to know Scenes of battle ...
... eyes he roll'd , Thus his tongue the future told ; Cortes ' veterans paused to hear , Wondering all , though void of fear- Mourn , devoted city , mourn ! Mourn , devoted city , mourn ! Doom'd for all thy crimes to know Scenes of battle ...
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Page 250 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 314 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 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.
Page 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...
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Page 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, —...
Page 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.
Page 324 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.