The Shorter Poems of the Eighteenth CenturyIolo Aneurin Williams W. Heinemann, Limited, 1923 - 478 páginas |
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... bright and gay , Both fade at evening , pale , and gone . 66 At dawn poor Stella danc'd and sung ; The am'rous youth around her bow'd : At night her fatal knell was rung ; I saw , and kiss'd her in her shroud . " Such as she is , who ...
... bright and gay , Both fade at evening , pale , and gone . 66 At dawn poor Stella danc'd and sung ; The am'rous youth around her bow'd : At night her fatal knell was rung ; I saw , and kiss'd her in her shroud . " Such as she is , who ...
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... bright as thee : " Tis then , that with delight I rove Upon the boundless depth of love : I bless my chain : I hand my oar ; Nor think on all I left on shore . " But when vain doubt , and groundless fear Do 17 MATTHEW PRIOR.
... bright as thee : " Tis then , that with delight I rove Upon the boundless depth of love : I bless my chain : I hand my oar ; Nor think on all I left on shore . " But when vain doubt , and groundless fear Do 17 MATTHEW PRIOR.
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... bright eyes that cannot read Should dart their kindling fires , and look The power they have to be obey'd . Nor quality , nor reputation , Forbid me yet my flame to tell , Dear five years old befriends my passion , And I may write till ...
... bright eyes that cannot read Should dart their kindling fires , and look The power they have to be obey'd . Nor quality , nor reputation , Forbid me yet my flame to tell , Dear five years old befriends my passion , And I may write till ...
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... bright hearth be made thy urn . A Nocturnal Reverie In such a night , when every louder wind Is to its distant cavern safe confin'd ; And only gentle Zephyr fans his wings , And lonely Philomel , still waking , sings ; Or from some tree ...
... bright hearth be made thy urn . A Nocturnal Reverie In such a night , when every louder wind Is to its distant cavern safe confin'd ; And only gentle Zephyr fans his wings , And lonely Philomel , still waking , sings ; Or from some tree ...
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Iolo Aneurin Williams. In perfect charm , and perfect virtue bright ; When odours , which declin'd repelling day , Through temp'rate air uninterrupted stray ; When darken'd groves their softest shadows wear , And falling waters we ...
Iolo Aneurin Williams. In perfect charm , and perfect virtue bright ; When odours , which declin'd repelling day , Through temp'rate air uninterrupted stray ; When darken'd groves their softest shadows wear , And falling waters we ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
adieu Anacreon beauteous beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom breast breath bright charms cheerful Chloe Cupid dear Death delight Epigram Epitaph eyes face fair fame fancy Farewell fate fear fire flame floruit flowers fond gentle give grace grave Grongar Hill grove happy haste hear heart Heaven hope hour James Quin Lady lass live Lord lov'd lover lyre maid MATTHEW PILKINGTON MATTHEW PRIOR mild ale mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion pleasure poem Poet Laureate poets praise pride rill round shade shine sigh sight sing smile soft Song sorrow soul stream swain sweet Tadlow tear tell tempests tender thee thine thought trembling trifle Twas vale Venus verse vex'd Vincent Bourne voice weep Whilst winds wings wyllowe youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 54 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 414 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; ' Naked, come to Thee for dress, Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Página 151 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Página 302 - Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 388 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Página 218 - Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Página 146 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Página 54 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the listening Earth, Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 302 - Await alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Página 77 - GOD, our Help in ages past, Our Hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal Home...