Poetical narratives, epistles, and humourous pieces, selected from the most eminent authorsW. Plant Piercy, 1810 - 304 sivua |
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... tears ? Stoops there a sire beneath the weight of years ? Weeps there a maid , in pining sadness left , Of tender parents , and of hope , bereft ? To Solima their sorrows they bewail ; To Solima they pour their plaintive tale . She ...
... tears ? Stoops there a sire beneath the weight of years ? Weeps there a maid , in pining sadness left , Of tender parents , and of hope , bereft ? To Solima their sorrows they bewail ; To Solima they pour their plaintive tale . She ...
Sivu 4
... tear of pity o'er their woes , Which , as it drops , some soft - eyed angel bears Transform'd to pearl , and in his bosom wears . When , chill'd with fear , the trembling pilgrim roves Through pathless deserts , and through tangled ...
... tear of pity o'er their woes , Which , as it drops , some soft - eyed angel bears Transform'd to pearl , and in his bosom wears . When , chill'd with fear , the trembling pilgrim roves Through pathless deserts , and through tangled ...
Sivu 6
... brighter than the morning sky , And the mild radiance of her . sparkling eye , Low sighs and trickling tears by turns she stole , And thus discharg'd the anguish of her soul : Why glow those cheeks , if unadmir'd they głow ?
... brighter than the morning sky , And the mild radiance of her . sparkling eye , Low sighs and trickling tears by turns she stole , And thus discharg'd the anguish of her soul : Why glow those cheeks , if unadmir'd they głow ?
Sivu 24
... and , falling , smote her snowy breast : Now to the heavens her guilty head she rears , And pours her bursting sorrow into tears ; 6 Then plaintive speaks , Ah ! fond mistaken maid 24 [ SIR W. JONES . THE PALACE OF FORTUNE .
... and , falling , smote her snowy breast : Now to the heavens her guilty head she rears , And pours her bursting sorrow into tears ; 6 Then plaintive speaks , Ah ! fond mistaken maid 24 [ SIR W. JONES . THE PALACE OF FORTUNE .
Sivu 25
... tear . ' Thus while she mourns , o'erwhelm'd in deep despair , She rends her silken robes , and golden hair : Her fatal ring , the cause of all her woes , On a hard rock with maddening rage she throws ; VOL . I. C The gem , rebounding ...
... tear . ' Thus while she mourns , o'erwhelm'd in deep despair , She rends her silken robes , and golden hair : Her fatal ring , the cause of all her woes , On a hard rock with maddening rage she throws ; VOL . I. C The gem , rebounding ...
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Sivu 81 - And more to lulle him in his slumber soft, A trickling streame from high rock tumbling downe, And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne Of swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne. No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, As still are wont t'annoy the walled towne, Might there be heard ; but carelesse Quiet lyes Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enimyes.
Sivu 79 - With faire discourse the evening so they pas: For that olde man of pleasing wordes had store, And well could file his tongue as smooth as glas, He told of Saintes and Popes, and evermore He strowd an Ave-Mary after and before.
Sivu 94 - And now, lash'd on by destiny severe, With horror fraught, the dreadful scene drew near! The ship hangs hovering on the verge of death, Hell yawns, rocks rise, and breakers roar beneath!— In vain, alas! the sacred shades of yore Would arm the mind with philosophic lore; In vain they'd teach us, at the latest breath, To smile serene amid the pangs of death.
Sivu 80 - Whose double gates he findeth locked fast, The one faire fram'd of burnisht Yvory, The other all with silver overcast; And wakeful dogges before them farre doe lye, Watching to banish Care their enimy, Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe. By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly, And unto Morpheus comes, whom drowned deepe In drowsie fit he findes: of nothing he takes keepe.
Sivu 58 - The sun's bright orb, declining all serene, Now glanced obliquely o'er the woodland scene : Creation smiles around ; on every spray The warbling birds exalt their evening lay; Blithe skipping o'er yon hill, the fleecy train Join the deep chorus of the lowing plain ; The golden lime, and orange, there were seen On fragrant branches of perpetual green ; The crystal streams that velvet meadows lave, To the green ocean roll with chiding wave. The glassy ocean, hush'd, forgets to roar, But trembling murmurs...
Sivu 243 - Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat ? Yet, yet I love! — From Abelard it came, And Eloisa yet must kiss the name.
Sivu 90 - Looke ! how the crowne, which Ariadne wore Upon her yvory forehead that same day That Theseus her unto his bridale bore, When the bold Centaures made that bloudy fray With the fierce Lapithes which did them dismay; Being now placed in the firmament, Through the bright heaven doth her beams display, And is unto the starres an ornament, Which round about her move in order excellent.
Sivu 71 - The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead as living ever him ador'd: Upon his shield the like was also scor'd, For...
Sivu 77 - I chiefly doe inquere ; And shall thee well rewarde to shew the place, In which that wicked wight his dayes doth weare : For to all knighthood it is foule disgrace, That such a cursed creature lives so long a space.
Sivu 76 - And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led, Joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony, Which, therein shrouded from the tempest dred, .Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky. Much can they praise the trees so straight and hy, The sayling Pine...