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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... sorrow from these grateful eyes . " " That chief ( rejoin'd the god ) his race derives From Ithaca , and wondrous woes survives ; Laertes ' son : girt with circumfluous tides , He still calamitous constraint abides . Him in Calypso's ...
... sorrow from these grateful eyes . " " That chief ( rejoin'd the god ) his race derives From Ithaca , and wondrous woes survives ; Laertes ' son : girt with circumfluous tides , He still calamitous constraint abides . Him in Calypso's ...
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... sorrow to the heart : Sad interview , from thee the maid shall know A direful tissue of reproach and woe ! Her hurried heart within her bosom flies , A sudden darkness veils her swimming eyes ; Her burning cheek the deepest blush ...
... sorrow to the heart : Sad interview , from thee the maid shall know A direful tissue of reproach and woe ! Her hurried heart within her bosom flies , A sudden darkness veils her swimming eyes ; Her burning cheek the deepest blush ...
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... sorrow's friend , Avenger of his father's timeless end ; But now , instead , o'er this sad urn I weep , Where his poor ashes cold and silent sleep . Oh piteous corse ! -oh brother , sent to tread Before this wretch the regions of the ...
... sorrow's friend , Avenger of his father's timeless end ; But now , instead , o'er this sad urn I weep , Where his poor ashes cold and silent sleep . Oh piteous corse ! -oh brother , sent to tread Before this wretch the regions of the ...
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... sorrow rung , Deep wailings burst Pangæa's cliffs among , Sad Orithyia , and the Geta wept , And loud lament down plaintive Hebrus swept . He , lonely on his harp , ' mid wilds unknown , Soothed his sad love with melancholy tone : On ...
... sorrow rung , Deep wailings burst Pangæa's cliffs among , Sad Orithyia , and the Geta wept , And loud lament down plaintive Hebrus swept . He , lonely on his harp , ' mid wilds unknown , Soothed his sad love with melancholy tone : On ...
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... sorrow seem'd to rise . Such he appear'd as when , in battle slain , The victor's chariot rapt him o'er the plain . Black bloody dust his lineaments defaced ; And through his wounded feet the cords were braced . Ah me ! the Hector then ...
... sorrow seem'd to rise . Such he appear'd as when , in battle slain , The victor's chariot rapt him o'er the plain . Black bloody dust his lineaments defaced ; And through his wounded feet the cords were braced . Ah me ! the Hector then ...
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New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent ..., Volume 6 Richard Alfred Davenport Visualização integral - 1824 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Admetus Æneas Armida arms AUSONIUS beam beauteous behold bend beneath bird bless'd bliss bloom blushing bosom boughs breast breath bright brow charms Cocytus coursers crown'd dark dart dear death deep delight doom'd dread e'en earth eyes fade fair falchion fate fear fire fix'd flame flowers fond gale gaze glow gods gold golden grace grief hand hast heart heaven hour Jove LATIN Lausus LEONIDAS OF TARENTUM light limbs lips maid MELEAGER Mezentius mighty mourn ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd PAUL THE SILENTIARY Phlegethon plain press'd pride rage repose rest Rhadamanthus Rodomont roll'd rose round seem'd shade shining shore sighs silvan Simoïs sire SIRMIO skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spring steeds stream sweet Tartarus tears tempest thee thine thou toil trembling vermil voice waves wild wildgrave winds wound wretched youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.