The Metrical Miscellany: Consisting Chiefly of Poems Hitherto UnpublishedT. Cadell, and W. Davies, 1802 - 224 Seiten |
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... Sorrows of Werter .. On a Butterfly bursting from its Chrysalis in a Lady's hand W. Smyth ........ 134 Idem ..... T. J. Mathias 136 .... 137 Maria Riddell .... 138 Idem 140 141 Maria Riddell .... 143 Roscoe 145 Idem ... 146 Idem .. 147 ...
... Sorrows of Werter .. On a Butterfly bursting from its Chrysalis in a Lady's hand W. Smyth ........ 134 Idem ..... T. J. Mathias 136 .... 137 Maria Riddell .... 138 Idem 140 141 Maria Riddell .... 143 Roscoe 145 Idem ... 146 Idem .. 147 ...
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... sorrow check'd her genial breath , And all her verdure wither'd at thy death . The luscious streams the flocks no more brought home , No longer flow'd the honey from the comb , But in her waxen cell expired the Bee In pining grief , for ...
... sorrow check'd her genial breath , And all her verdure wither'd at thy death . The luscious streams the flocks no more brought home , No longer flow'd the honey from the comb , But in her waxen cell expired the Bee In pining grief , for ...
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... sorrow dwell ; The Ceian town did not her bard deplore , Or Paros weep her gentle poet more ; Nor were so many hearts for Sappho wrung , --- Sappho , whose fate thyself so sweetly sung . Not wholly skill - less of the past'ral strains ...
... sorrow dwell ; The Ceian town did not her bard deplore , Or Paros weep her gentle poet more ; Nor were so many hearts for Sappho wrung , --- Sappho , whose fate thyself so sweetly sung . Not wholly skill - less of the past'ral strains ...
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... sorrows seem'd to share , And strove with many a trick to ease his care ; While o'er his furrowed cheek the salt drops ran , He tun'd his rustic reed , and thus began : — " Farewell , Farewell ! dear Caledonia's strand , Rough tho ...
... sorrows seem'd to share , And strove with many a trick to ease his care ; While o'er his furrowed cheek the salt drops ran , He tun'd his rustic reed , and thus began : — " Farewell , Farewell ! dear Caledonia's strand , Rough tho ...
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... sorrow stretch the helping hand ; Else soon , too soon your hapless fate shall be , Like me to suffer , and to fly like me . " On you dear native land , from whence I part , Rest the best blessings of a broken heart . If , in some ...
... sorrow stretch the helping hand ; Else soon , too soon your hapless fate shall be , Like me to suffer , and to fly like me . " On you dear native land , from whence I part , Rest the best blessings of a broken heart . If , in some ...
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The Metrical Miscellany: Consisting Chiefly of Poems Hitherto Unpublished Maria Riddell Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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art thou beam beauty begin the song beneath blest bliss bloom blushing bosom cold bow'r breast breath bright bright eyes CHARLES BUNBURY charms cheek cherub dear Death drest e'er Eclogue Egbert Ev'n fair Fancy Farewell fate flow'r fond Friendship gale Gêlert gentle gift glow grace grave grief grove hail hand haste hear heart Heav'n heave hope hour Idem joys life's light lov'd Love's lyre Maid with bosom Mary's tomb mind morn mournful measure flow Nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pale passion peace pow'r R. B. Sheridan rapture rill rocks rose round scenes shade Sicilian Muse sigh silent sleep smiles soft song of woe soothe sorrows soul strains in mournful stream sweet tear TEMPLE OF FRIENDSHIP tender thee Themistocles thine thou thro throbbing tomb trembling vainly vale voice wake wave weep Whilst wild youth
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Seite 103 - HAIL, blushing goddess, beauteous Spring, Who in thy jocund train dost bring Loves and Graces, smiling hours, Balmy breezes, fragrant flowers, Come, with tints of roseate hue, Nature's faded charms renew. Yet why should I thy presence hail ? To me no more the breathing gale Comes fraught with...
Seite 217 - Best of thy kind, adieu ! The frantic deed which laid thee low, This heart shall ever rue.
Seite 215 - O'erturned his infant's bed he found, With blood-stained covert rent ; And all around, the walls and ground With recent blood besprent. He called his child — no voice replied — He searched, with terror wild ; Blood, blood he found on every side, But nowhere found his child. " Hell-hound ! my child's by thee devoured," The frantic father cried ; And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side.
Seite 155 - All in dreary hammocks shrouded, Which for winding-sheets they wore. And, with looks by sorrow clouded, Frowning on that hostile shore. On them gleam'd the moon's wan lustre, When the shade of Hosier brave His pale bands was seen to...
Seite 214 - In sooth, he was a peerless hound, the gift of royal John ; but now no Gelert could be found, and all the chase rode on. And now, as over rocks and dells the gallant chidings rise, all Snowdon's craggy chaos yells with many mingled cries.
Seite 214 - Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam ? the flower of all his race ! so true, so brave ! a lamb at home — a lion in the chase!
Seite 216 - Nor scathe had he, nor harm nor dread, But, the same couch beneath, Lay a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead, Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then...
Seite 215 - Llewelyn homeward hied ; When, near the portal seat, His truant Gelert he espied, Bounding his lord to greet. But, when he gain'd his castle door, Aghast the chieftain stood ; The hound all o'er was smear'd with gore His lips, his fangs ran blood.
Seite 148 - By the sea's margin, on the watery strand, Thy monument, Themistocles, shall stand. By this directed to thy native shore, The merchant shall convey his freighted store; And when our fleets are summon'd to the fight, Athens shall conquer with thy tomb in sight.
Seite 104 - I invoke thy aid ! Vouchsafe to hear a wretched maid, By tender love deprest ; Tis just that thou should'st heal the smart Inflicted by thy subtle art, And calm my troubled breast. No random shot from Cupid's bow, But by thy guidance, soft and slow, It sunk within my heart ; Thus, Love being arm'd with Wisdom's force, In vain I try to stop its course, In vain repel the dart.