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... think my tears , my sighs , LOVE's still - unvanquish'd power proclaim : Each drop that trickles from my eyes But helps to quench his dying flame . R. A. D. ODE TO THE WILLOW , BY MRS . LOVETT . 31 Stanzas, by Mr R A Davenport •
... think my tears , my sighs , LOVE's still - unvanquish'd power proclaim : Each drop that trickles from my eyes But helps to quench his dying flame . R. A. D. ODE TO THE WILLOW , BY MRS . LOVETT . 31 Stanzas, by Mr R A Davenport •
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... sigh shall rise - the tear , That shuns observance shall be shed . Nor shall the thought of Thee depart , Nor shall my soul regret resign , Till memory perish - till this heart Be cold and motionless as thine . EDINBURGH . LINES On ...
... sigh shall rise - the tear , That shuns observance shall be shed . Nor shall the thought of Thee depart , Nor shall my soul regret resign , Till memory perish - till this heart Be cold and motionless as thine . EDINBURGH . LINES On ...
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... sighs ? As , sinking on the plain , he bled , What hand sustain'd his drooping head ? What pious accents chear'd his death ? What Friend receiv'd his parting breath ? In pomp decay'd , where Delhi's wall Appears to mourn an Empire's ...
... sighs ? As , sinking on the plain , he bled , What hand sustain'd his drooping head ? What pious accents chear'd his death ? What Friend receiv'd his parting breath ? In pomp decay'd , where Delhi's wall Appears to mourn an Empire's ...
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... sighs the heart engage , For Constancy will ever prove The sister fair of youthful Love : But soon as e'er one balmy kiss , From Chloe's lips , had seal'd his bliss , And taught his little heart to leap , The callow points began to peep ...
... sighs the heart engage , For Constancy will ever prove The sister fair of youthful Love : But soon as e'er one balmy kiss , From Chloe's lips , had seal'd his bliss , And taught his little heart to leap , The callow points began to peep ...
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... sigh , Nor friend to pity or relieve is nigh ? And could not all these perils of the way Save thee , sad land , to Europe's lusts a prey ? -- * Eschyl . Prom . Vinct . Line 811 . Out of the ground uprose As from his lair , the wild ...
... sigh , Nor friend to pity or relieve is nigh ? And could not all these perils of the way Save thee , sad land , to Europe's lusts a prey ? -- * Eschyl . Prom . Vinct . Line 811 . Out of the ground uprose As from his lair , the wild ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ANNA SEWARD arms bard Battle of Delhi beam beauty behold beneath blank verse blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms croud dark dear death deep delight dream ensign of command EPIGRAM ev'ry fair faithless fame Fancy fate feel fire flame flower fond gale Genius gloom glow grace grove hand hear heart Heav'n hope hour Inchcape Rock lov'd lyre mind mourn Muse Muse's Mynot Nature's ne'er night numbers Numps o'er pain pangs peace Pindar plain pleasure poem poet poetic pow'r praise pride proud rage rhyme rise rising song rose round sacred scene scorn shade shine shore sigh skies smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul Sparta spirit storm strain sweet swell tear Theatre Royal thee thine thou thought thro throng toil tomb Twas vale verse virtue wave weep wild wings woes wretch youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 217 - Sir Ralph the Rover walk'd his deck, And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring, It made him whistle, it made him sing ; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float ; Quoth he, ' My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the priest of Aberbrothok.
Página 218 - Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell. " They hear no sound ; the swell is strong ; Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along, Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock: " O Christ! it is the Inchcape Rock!
Página 218 - Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away; He scoured the seas for many a day: And now, grown rich with plundered store. He steers his course for Scotland's shore. So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky, They cannot see the sun on high: The wind hath blown a gale all day; At evening it hath died away. On the deck the Rover takes his stand; So dark it is, they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Página 216 - No STIR in the air, no stir in the sea: The ship was still as she could be; Her sails from heaven received no motion; Her keel was steady in the ocean. Without either sign or sound of their shock, The waves flowed over the Inchcape Rock; So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape Bell.
Página 218 - The wind hath blown a gale all day; At evening it hath died away. On the deck the Rover takes his stand; So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph," It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising Moon.
Página 403 - Welcome to a Land of Rest ! Thus the choir of angels sing, As they bear the soul on high, While with hallelujahs ring All the regions of the sky.
Página 293 - He many a creature did anatomize, Almost unpeopling water, air, and land ; Beasts, fishes, birds, snails, caterpillars, flies Were laid full low by his relentless hand, That oft with gory crimson was...
Página 217 - Down sunk the Bell with a gurgling sound, The bubbles rose and burst around: Quoth Sir Ralph, 'The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Página 423 - Lo! the wings of the seafowl are spread, To escape the rough storm by their flight! And these caves will afford them a gloomy retreat From the winds and the billows of night ! Like them, to the home of my youth, Like them, to its shades I retire ; Receive me, and shield my vex'd spirit, ye groves, From the storms of insulted desire ! From thy waves, rocky Lannow, I fly ! MISS SEWARD.