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... producing . Little does the fond mother think , as she hangs delighted over the sweet little leech at her bosom , where the poor fellow may hereafter wander , and what may be his fate . I remember a stanza χχίν LIFE OF FALCONER .
... producing . Little does the fond mother think , as she hangs delighted over the sweet little leech at her bosom , where the poor fellow may hereafter wander , and what may be his fate . I remember a stanza χχίν LIFE OF FALCONER .
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... bosom danced to Nature's boundless charms ; On him fair science dawn'd in happier hour , Awakening into bloom young Fancy's flower : But soon Adversity , with freezing blast , The blossom wither'd , and the dawn o'ercast . Forlorn of ...
... bosom danced to Nature's boundless charms ; On him fair science dawn'd in happier hour , Awakening into bloom young Fancy's flower : But soon Adversity , with freezing blast , The blossom wither'd , and the dawn o'ercast . Forlorn of ...
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William Falconer John Mitford. While yet a stripling , oft with fond alarms His bosom danced to nature's boundless charms ; On him fair science dawn'd in happier hour , Awakening into bloom young fancy's flower : But soon adversity ...
William Falconer John Mitford. While yet a stripling , oft with fond alarms His bosom danced to nature's boundless charms ; On him fair science dawn'd in happier hour , Awakening into bloom young fancy's flower : But soon adversity ...
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... bosom fed : Nor let the wretched slaves of folly scorn This genuine passion , nature's eldest born ! " Twas his with lasting anguish to complain , While blooming Anna mourn'd the cause in vain , Graceful of form , by nature taught to ...
... bosom fed : Nor let the wretched slaves of folly scorn This genuine passion , nature's eldest born ! " Twas his with lasting anguish to complain , While blooming Anna mourn'd the cause in vain , Graceful of form , by nature taught to ...
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... bosom heaved with agony severe ; In vain with bitter sorrow he repined , No tender pity touch'd that sordid mind— To thee , brave Albert ! was the charge consign'd . The stately ship forsaking England's shore To regions far remote ...
... bosom heaved with agony severe ; In vain with bitter sorrow he repined , No tender pity touch'd that sordid mind— To thee , brave Albert ! was the charge consign'd . The stately ship forsaking England's shore To regions far remote ...
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The Poetical Works of William Falconer: With a Life William Falconer,John Mitford Visualização integral - 1854 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Æneid Albert anguish Arion arms beauty beneath bids billows blast bloom bosom braces brails breast breath Candia CANTO charms clouds confest crew danger death deck deep distress doom'd dreadful eternal eventful song eyes faithless Falconer Falconer's fame fatal fate flame flies fore-mast gale GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE glow Greece groan halyards heart Hellespont helm hope horrors hour JOHN MITFORD kindling leeward light lines mast melt mizen mournful muse numbers o'er pain Palemon plain poem poet poetical prow racter rage reef Retimo roar Rodmond roll ropes round ruin sacred sailors sails scene scud seamen second edition shade ship Shipwreck shore side skies smile soft song soul stay-sail stern storm strain straits of Sicily surge sweet swell tale tempest thee third edition thou thunder tide toil top-mast trembling vessel voice vols wave weep WILLIAM FALCONER wind wretch yards youth
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Página 130 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Página 130 - That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude. And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, • Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down ! 30 Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 237 - Bourne's (Vincent) Poetical Works, Latin and English, with Life of the Author, edited by the Rev. J. Mitford. Fcp. 8vo. 5s. Poems, by Sir Henry Wotton, Sir Walter Raleigh, and others; edited by the Rev. John Hannah, late Fellow of Lincoln College, Oxford, fcp.
Página 238 - A Short and Plain Instruction for the better Understanding of the Lord's Supper ; to which is annexed, the Office of the Holy Communion, with proper Helps and Directions. 'By Thomas Wilson, DD, late Lord Bishop of Sodor and Man.
Página 120 - Palemon rescued from the wreck ; Take it, and say, when panting in the wave, I struggled life and this alone to save ! — " My soul, that fluttering hastens to be free, Would yet a train of thoughts impart to thee...
Página 90 - While, dashed apart by her dividing prow, Like burning adamant the waters glow; Her joints forget their firm elastic tone, Her long keel trembles, and her timbers groan : Upheaved behind her in tremendous height The billows frown, with fearful radiance bright; Now quivering o'er the topmost wave she rides, While deep beneath th...
Página 32 - The' impatient wish that never feels repose, Desire that with perpetual current flows, The fluctuating pangs of hope and fear, Joy distant still, and sorrow ever near. Thus, while the pangs of thought severer grew, The western breezes inauspicious blew, Hastening the moment of our last adieu.
Página 115 - Alas ! these rocks all human skill defy; Who strikes them once, beyond relief must die : And now sore wounded, thou perhaps art tost On these, or in some oozy cavern lost...
Página 54 - Olympus' throne; For oft, alas ! their venal Strains adorn The Prince, whom blushing Virtue holds in scorn : Still ROME and GREECE record his endless fame, And hence yon mountain yet retains his name.
Página xxv - Little did my mother think, That day she cradled me, What land I was to travel in, Or what death I should die...