Selections from the British Poets: From Beattie to CampbellHarper & brothers, 1843 |
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... Soft as the dew from Heav'n descends , His gentle accents fell ; The modest stranger lowly bends , And follows to the cell . Far in a wilderness obscure , The lonely mansion lay ; A refuge to the neighbouring poor , And strangers led ...
... Soft as the dew from Heav'n descends , His gentle accents fell ; The modest stranger lowly bends , And follows to the cell . Far in a wilderness obscure , The lonely mansion lay ; A refuge to the neighbouring poor , And strangers led ...
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... soft varieties invite , By day the frolic , and the dance by night ; Who frown with vanity , who smile with art , And ask the latest fashion of the heart ; What care , what rules , your heedless charms shall save , Each nymph your rival ...
... soft varieties invite , By day the frolic , and the dance by night ; Who frown with vanity , who smile with art , And ask the latest fashion of the heart ; What care , what rules , your heedless charms shall save , Each nymph your rival ...
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... soft kiss , with tender accents charms , And clasps the bright infection in his arms . With pale and languid smiles , the grateful fair Applauds his virtues and rewards his care ; Mourns with wet cheek her fair companions fled On ...
... soft kiss , with tender accents charms , And clasps the bright infection in his arms . With pale and languid smiles , the grateful fair Applauds his virtues and rewards his care ; Mourns with wet cheek her fair companions fled On ...
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... soft indulgent eye , The modest virtues dwell . Simplicity in Attic vest , And Innocence with candid breast , And clear , undaunted eye ; And Hope , who points to distant years , Fair opening through this vale of tears A vista to the ...
... soft indulgent eye , The modest virtues dwell . Simplicity in Attic vest , And Innocence with candid breast , And clear , undaunted eye ; And Hope , who points to distant years , Fair opening through this vale of tears A vista to the ...
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... soft Meanders lubricate the course they take ; The modest speaker is ashamed and grieved T'engross a moment's notice ; and yet begs , Begs a propitious ear for his poor thoughts , However trivial all that he conceives . Sweet ...
... soft Meanders lubricate the course they take ; The modest speaker is ashamed and grieved T'engross a moment's notice ; and yet begs , Begs a propitious ear for his poor thoughts , However trivial all that he conceives . Sweet ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
AE fond kiss art thou auld lang syne beauty beneath bless'd bloom bosom bower Branksome Hall brave breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm charms cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth fair fame fancy feel fled flowers fond frae gaze gentle grave green happy harp hath hear heart Heaven hill hope hour John Gilpin JOSEPH ATKINSON Kilmeny land light living Lochiel lonely look lyre Marmion mingled moon morn mountain murmur ne'er never night o'er pass'd peace PIBROCH pleasure pride rapture rest rill rose round scene seem'd shade shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild wind wing Yarrow youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 154 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 152 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Página 153 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Página 32 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Página 318 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Página 207 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 155 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Página 179 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves.
Página 179 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Página 326 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie ; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.