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... trembling order - melting tear - sacred Maro's art - brazen voice of battle - happy plains --and many others of the like kind . Of the latter , such lines as the following : and , Determin'd from whatever point they rise , To trust his ...
... trembling order - melting tear - sacred Maro's art - brazen voice of battle - happy plains --and many others of the like kind . Of the latter , such lines as the following : and , Determin'd from whatever point they rise , To trust his ...
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... trembling hope * I fondly stray'd In life's fair morn beneath your hallow'd shade , To hear the sweetly - mournful lute complain , And melt the heart with ecstasy of pain , Or listen to the enchanting voice of love , While all Elysium ...
... trembling hope * I fondly stray'd In life's fair morn beneath your hallow'd shade , To hear the sweetly - mournful lute complain , And melt the heart with ecstasy of pain , Or listen to the enchanting voice of love , While all Elysium ...
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... trembling hope I fondly stray'd In life's fair morn beneath your hallow'd shade , To hear the sweetly - mournful lute complain , And melt the heart with ecstasy of pain , Or listen to the enchanting voice of love , While all Elysium ...
... trembling hope I fondly stray'd In life's fair morn beneath your hallow'd shade , To hear the sweetly - mournful lute complain , And melt the heart with ecstasy of pain , Or listen to the enchanting voice of love , While all Elysium ...
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... 'd to prove The trembling ecstasies of genuine love ; When , with delicious agony , the thought Is to the verge of high delirium wrought ; Your secret sympathy alone can tell What raptures then the 32 [ 478 THE SHIPWRECK .
... 'd to prove The trembling ecstasies of genuine love ; When , with delicious agony , the thought Is to the verge of high delirium wrought ; Your secret sympathy alone can tell What raptures then the 32 [ 478 THE SHIPWRECK .
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... trembling hope imprest , The blushing virgin sunk upon my breast , While hers congenial beat with fond alarms ; Dissolving softness ! Paradise of charms ! Flash'd from our eyes , in warm transfusion flew Our blending spirits that each ...
... trembling hope imprest , The blushing virgin sunk upon my breast , While hers congenial beat with fond alarms ; Dissolving softness ! Paradise of charms ! Flash'd from our eyes , in warm transfusion flew Our blending spirits that each ...
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The Poetical Works of William Falconer: With a Life William Falconer,John Mitford Visualização integral - 1854 |
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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...