Smart, Wilkie, P. Whitehead, Fawkes, Lovibond, Harte, Langhorne, Goldsmith, Armstrong, JohnsonAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... eyes ; Then baffled , thou shalt see , That as did Daphne thee , Her charms description's force shall fly , And by no soft persuasive sounds be brib'd To come within Invention's narrow eye ; But all indignant shun its grasp , and scorn ...
... eyes ; Then baffled , thou shalt see , That as did Daphne thee , Her charms description's force shall fly , And by no soft persuasive sounds be brib'd To come within Invention's narrow eye ; But all indignant shun its grasp , and scorn ...
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... eyes advance , Let me catch their side - long glance , Soon - or they'll clude my sight , Quick as lightning , and as bright . Thus the bashful Pleiad cheats The gazer's eye , and still retreats , Then peeps again - then skulks unseen ...
... eyes advance , Let me catch their side - long glance , Soon - or they'll clude my sight , Quick as lightning , and as bright . Thus the bashful Pleiad cheats The gazer's eye , and still retreats , Then peeps again - then skulks unseen ...
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... eyes To'erlook the lowly hawthorn , if from thence The thrush , sweet warbler , chants th ' unstudied lays Which Phoebus ' self , vaulting from yonder cloud Refulgent , with enliv'ning ray inspires . But neither tow'ring spires , nor ...
... eyes To'erlook the lowly hawthorn , if from thence The thrush , sweet warbler , chants th ' unstudied lays Which Phoebus ' self , vaulting from yonder cloud Refulgent , with enliv'ning ray inspires . But neither tow'ring spires , nor ...
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... eyes , Your tongue's a traitor to your face , Your fame's by your own noise obscur'd . All are distracted while they gaze ; But if they listen they are cur'd . Your silence would acquire more praise , Than all you say , or all I write ...
... eyes , Your tongue's a traitor to your face , Your fame's by your own noise obscur'd . All are distracted while they gaze ; But if they listen they are cur'd . Your silence would acquire more praise , Than all you say , or all I write ...
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... eyes we more , Our eyes that meant immoderate love . In every gesture , every air , Th ' imperfect lisp , the languid eye , In every motion of the fair We awkward imitators vie , And , forming our own from her face , Strive to look ...
... eyes we more , Our eyes that meant immoderate love . In every gesture , every air , Th ' imperfect lisp , the languid eye , In every motion of the fair We awkward imitators vie , And , forming our own from her face , Strive to look ...
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Smart, Wilkie, P. Whitehead, Fawkes, Lovibond, Harte, Langhorne, Goldsmith ... Alexander Chalmers Visualização integral - 1810 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
address'd Adrastus appear'd Argive arms atque Atrides bard beauty behold BISHOP OF DUNKELD blest bloom bosom breast charms chief coursers Creon crown'd death Deiphobus Diomed divine dread Dunciad e'er Earth epic poetry ev'n ev'ry eyes fair falchion fame fate fear fix'd flame fury gen'rous glory goddess gods grace grief grove hand head heart Heav'n hero honour immortal Jove king light lord lyre maid malè martial merit mighty mind monarch mortal Muse nature ne'er night numbers nymph o'er Pallas PAUL WHITEHEAD peace Philoctetes plain poem poet pow'r praise pride prince quæ rage reign rise round sacred seem'd shade shining shore sighs sire skies smiles soft song soul sound sov'reign Statius stood streams swain sway sweet Theban Thebes thee thine thou thro toil tow'rs trembling turn'd Tydeus Tydides verse virtue voice warriors winds wings wou'd youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 80 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Página 495 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Página 97 - A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain. And drinking largely sobers us again.
Página 494 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Página 494 - All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron — forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread...
Página 494 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Página 502 - Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see, Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restor'd to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry care resign: And shall we never, never part, My life, — my all that's mine. "No, never, from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Página 495 - Has robb'd the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green; Around the world each needful product flies, For all the luxuries the world supplies; While thus the land, adorn'd for pleasure all, In barren splendour feebly waits the fall.
Página 495 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 495 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.