English Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the Best English Authors; with Some Original Pieces, Hitherto Unpublished, Volume 1Walter Scott J. Ballantyne and Company, 1810 - 264 páginas |
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... live when thy great foe shall sink : Beneath his mountain tomb , whose fame shall stink : And Time his blacker name shall blurre with blackest ink . O let th ' Iambic muse revenge that wrong , Which cannot slumber in thy sheets of lead ...
... live when thy great foe shall sink : Beneath his mountain tomb , whose fame shall stink : And Time his blacker name shall blurre with blackest ink . O let th ' Iambic muse revenge that wrong , Which cannot slumber in thy sheets of lead ...
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... , By spoiling those that live , and wronging dead ; That they may drink in pearl , and couch their head In soft , but sleepless down ; in rich , but restless bed . O , let them in their gold quaff dropsies down 9 River God's Courtship,
... , By spoiling those that live , and wronging dead ; That they may drink in pearl , and couch their head In soft , but sleepless down ; in rich , but restless bed . O , let them in their gold quaff dropsies down 9 River God's Courtship,
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... live , and singing die ! So by fair Thames , or silver Medway's flood , The dying swan , when years her temples pierce , In music's strains breathes out her life and verse , And , chanting her own dirge , tides on her watʼry hearse , II ...
... live , and singing die ! So by fair Thames , or silver Medway's flood , The dying swan , when years her temples pierce , In music's strains breathes out her life and verse , And , chanting her own dirge , tides on her watʼry hearse , II ...
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... Will bite thy foot , when thou hast trod ; Nor let the water rising high , As thou wadest in , make thee cry And sob ; but ever live with me , And not a wave shall trouble thee ! X. SONG ON MAY MORNING . MILTON . Now the 25.
... Will bite thy foot , when thou hast trod ; Nor let the water rising high , As thou wadest in , make thee cry And sob ; but ever live with me , And not a wave shall trouble thee ! X. SONG ON MAY MORNING . MILTON . Now the 25.
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... lives ( all four ) embrace , And hand in hand run all the race . To poor Septimus , ( who did now Nothing else but Acme grow , ) Acme's bosom was alone The whole world's imperial throne , And to faithful Acme's mind Septimus was all ...
... lives ( all four ) embrace , And hand in hand run all the race . To poor Septimus , ( who did now Nothing else but Acme grow , ) Acme's bosom was alone The whole world's imperial throne , And to faithful Acme's mind Septimus was all ...
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airy Albret ANTISTROPHE arms Arthur ranged Avalonia bards beneath blast blest bliss bloom bold bosom bower breast breath bright brow Cardigan charm Coimbra cries crown dark dear death death's domain delight dost thou Doth dwell e'er fair fame fancy fate Fear flame flower fond frantic band Ganymede gentle glow grace grove hail hand happy hast hath haunt hear heart heaven Hebrides heroic arts hour king land Line 8th live maid monarch mourn muse nature pants ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pale passion peace plain pride queen rage rise rocks round rude scene shade shed shine shore sighs sing smiling song soul spread spring strain stranger band stream sung swain sweet tale taught tear temperate vale thee thine toil Urien vale wake warble waves wild wind wing wretch Yarrow youth
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Página 84 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Página 210 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For Nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Página 89 - There must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill; Tis Fancy's land to which thou sett'st thy feet; Where still, 'tis said, the fairy people meet, Beneath each birken shade, on mead or hill. There, each trim lass, that skims the milky store, To the swart tribes their creamy bowls allots ; By night they sip it round the cottage door, While airy minstrels warble jocund notes.
Página 22 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights, Wherein you spend your folly : There's nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy...
Página 217 - No sedge-crowned sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend...
Página 65 - TIMELY blossom, Infant fair, Fondling of a happy pair, Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight, Sleeping, waking, still at ease, Pleasing, without skill to please ; Little gossip, blithe and hale, Tattling many a broken tale, Singing many a tuneless song, Lavish of a heedless tongue ; Simple maiden, void of art, Babbling out the very heart, Yet...
Página 89 - But think far off how, on the southern coast, I met thy friendship with an equal flame!
Página 90 - These are the themes of simple, sure effect, That add new conquests to her boundless reign, And fill, with double force, her heart-commanding strain.
Página 43 - The silent heart, which grief assails, Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales, Sees daisies open, rivers run, And seeks (as I have vainly done) Amusing thought ; but learns to know That solitude 's the nurse of woe.
Página 40 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. Be fair or foul, or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.