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... avails ? " Whence trac'd the Muse her nightly tales ; ' " Whence spread thro ' earth thy grandeur wide , " Cold , as his loves , and humbled , as his pride ! " The sounding weapon shook the hollow shore , By AMURATH's 23.
... avails ? " Whence trac'd the Muse her nightly tales ; ' " Whence spread thro ' earth thy grandeur wide , " Cold , as his loves , and humbled , as his pride ! " The sounding weapon shook the hollow shore , By AMURATH's 23.
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... cold disdain , its early tomb , And Winter's blast , thy scorning . O rather let me nurse it here , Tho ' cold and dead my bosom , And water it with sorrow's tear , A timid , unknown blossom . MR . JAMES IRVING , HENRY ΤΟ MY HUSBAND ...
... cold disdain , its early tomb , And Winter's blast , thy scorning . O rather let me nurse it here , Tho ' cold and dead my bosom , And water it with sorrow's tear , A timid , unknown blossom . MR . JAMES IRVING , HENRY ΤΟ MY HUSBAND ...
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... cold Armenian shore , my friend , Thro ' every month doth stubborn ice deform , And unthawed snow ; nor Jove's high towering tree For ever combat with the northern wind ; Nor widow'd ash aye strew its Gargan pride.— Yet dost thou ...
... cold Armenian shore , my friend , Thro ' every month doth stubborn ice deform , And unthawed snow ; nor Jove's high towering tree For ever combat with the northern wind ; Nor widow'd ash aye strew its Gargan pride.— Yet dost thou ...
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And sing the trophies by Augustus won , Who bids the cold Niphates own his might , Who adds the swift Euphrates to his sway , And bids his waves in gentler current run : In narrower bounds the Alani , in affright , Peaceful , bestride ...
And sing the trophies by Augustus won , Who bids the cold Niphates own his might , Who adds the swift Euphrates to his sway , And bids his waves in gentler current run : In narrower bounds the Alani , in affright , Peaceful , bestride ...
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... Cold are those hands that gave thy music fame ! Mute is that voice , which charm'd the enraptur'd throng , And match'd thy harmony with sacred song ! Nor thou , neglected instrument ! repine , - No other touch could make thy notes ...
... Cold are those hands that gave thy music fame ! Mute is that voice , which charm'd the enraptur'd throng , And match'd thy harmony with sacred song ! Nor thou , neglected instrument ! repine , - No other touch could make thy notes ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
AMURATH ANTIGONE arms art thou Bard beam beauty bend beneath blaze bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow charms cheek cloud coursers dark dear death dread Edwin EPIGRAM fade fair fame fancy fate fire flame flowers fond genius gleam gloom glory glow grace grief grove hail harp hear heart heaven hope hour JAMES IRVING life's light Lord lov'd lyre maid MARY RUSSELL MITFORD mind Minstrel mourn Muse night numbers nymph o'er pale peace Phidias plain praise pride proud R. A. DAVENPORT rapture reign rill rose round sacred scene shade shore sigh skies sleep smile smiling train soft song SONNET soothe sorrow soul spirit Staffa storm strain stream sweet swell tear tempest thee thine thou thro throne toil trembling Twas vale voice wave weep wild wing youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 13 - Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide : Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Página 129 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Página 264 - And Moses went up from the plains of Moab unto the mountain of Nebo, to the top of Pisgah, that is over against Jericho. And the Lord shewed him all the land of Gilead, unto Dan, and all Naphtali, and the land of Ephraim, and Manasseh, and all the land of Judah, unto the utmost sea, and the south, and the plain of the valley of Jericho, the city of palm trees, unto Zoar.
Página 562 - All fly to Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain.
Página 12 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows grey, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide; Towers and battlements...
Página 232 - THE scene was more beautiful far to my eye Than if day in its pride had arrayed it ; The land-breeze blew mild, and the azure-arched sky Looked pure as the Spirit that made it : The murmur rose soft as I silently gazed On the shadowy waves...
Página 475 - Me wrangling courts, and stubborn law, To smoke, and crowds, and cities draw: There selfish faction rules the day, And pride and avarice throng the way; Diseases taint the murky air, And midnight conflagrations glare; Loose Revelry, and Riot bold, In frighted streets their orgies hold ; Or, where in silence all is drowned, Fell Murder walks his lonely round ; No room for peace, no room for you, Adieu, celestial Nymph, adieu!
Página 12 - Where the great sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Página 13 - We at length reached the spot, whence Milton undoubtedly took most of his images; it is on the top of the hill, from which there is a most extensive prospect on all sides: the distant mountains that seemed to support the clouds, the villages and turrets, partly shaded...
Página 14 - The tradition of his having lived there is current among the villagers : one of them showed us a ruinous wall, that made part of his chamber ; and I was much pleased with another, who had forgotten the name of Milton, but recollected him by the title of The Poet.