Specimens of British Poetesses: Selected and Chronologically ArrangedT. Rodd, 1827 - 446 páginas |
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Specimens of British Poetesses: Selected and Chronologically Arranged Alexander Dyce Vista completa - 1825 |
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Términos y frases comunes
ALICIA D'ANVERS ANNA HUME Anne Askewe Aphra Behn Astrea authoress beams beauty beneath blest Born bower breast breath bright charms cheek crown'd daughter dear death delight died divine dost doth drest ELIZABETH TOLLET eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fill'd flame flowers fond FRANCES BOOTHBY gale gentle glory grace green grief groves grow hast hear heart heaven honour hope Horace Walpole hour KATHERINE PHILIPS lady Lady Yate light Lord lov'd lover maid melancholy mind Mirth mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Orinda pain pale passion pleas'd pleasure Poems queen rose round roving mind Saint Monica scorn shade shew shine sigh silent sing six crickets smile soft SONG sorrow soul Spring stream sweet swell tears thee THENOT thine things thought thro tree Twas verse vex'd voice Whilst wife wind youth
Pasajes populares
Página 430 - ... Give back the true and brave ! Give back the lost and lovely ! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long, The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song ! Hold fast thy buried Isles, thy towers o'erthrown — But all is not thine own. To thee the love of woman hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head, O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown, — Yet must thou hear a voice — restore...
Página 409 - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. Poor foolish child ! how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly...
Página 370 - I'm no like to dee ; For O, I am but young to cry out, Woe is me ! I gang like a ghaist, and I carena much to spin ; I darena think o' Jamie, for that wad be a sin.
Página 372 - Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play; But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie— The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. Dool and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, lie cauld in the clay.
Página 429 - Yet more, the depths have more ! What wealth untold, Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal argosies.
Página 138 - When thro' the Gloom more venerable shows Some ancient Fabric, awful in Repose, While Sunburnt Hills their swarthy Looks conceal, And swelling Haycocks thicken up the Vale : When the loos'd Horse now, as his Pasture leads, Comes slowly grazing thro...
Página 30 - The fairest action of our human life Is scorning to revenge an injury ; For who forgives without a further strife, His adversary's heart to him doth tie. And 'tis a firmer conquest truly said, To win the heart, than overthrow the head.
Página 17 - The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy. For falsehood now doth flow, and subject faith doth ebb, Which would not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web.
Página 378 - SINCE trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs ; Since life's best joys consist in peace and ease, And few can save or serve, but all may please, Oh ! let th' ungentle spirit learn from hence, A small unkindness is a great offence.
Página 136 - ... first begun Our life's uncertain race ! Whilst yet that sprightly morning sun, With which we just set out to run, Enlightens all the place. How smiling the world's prospect lies, How tempting to go through ! Not Canaan to the prophet's eyes, From Pisgah, with a sweet surprise, Did more inviting shew.