Leaves. [Poems.]Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1816 - Počet stran: 184 |
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adored amaranth arms babes beams beamy beauty bends blend blesses blest blooms blossomed bowers brave breast bright brow CARYLUS Catullus charm cheek CHILD LOVE Clonvōroc clouds Correggio cried dark dear deep Domenichino doom Eurus Fain fair fancy fancy's fate father feel flower fluttering fond forms frown gaze Genius gleams gloom glory glows grace heart heaven heaven of hope hope hour labello lawns life's light Lilan lingering Lord Althorpe lyre Moluc mourn nature's night o'er Ormano passion pensive piggy poems Portugal proud proud towers purply rapture rocks ROSE LEAVES round Rousseau rove SCATTERED scene scorn Sebastian shade shadowing shore sigh silvery smiles soft song soothe sorrow sought soul Sparge sportive spread storm stray stream sublime sweet sweet child swells tears thine thou thought touch trembling Truth twas twine vale virtues volo wandering wave wild wings woodland heights woods wrapt Zephyr
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Strana 177 - The eternal regions. Lowly reverent Towards either throne they bow, and to the ground With solemn adoration down they cast Their crowns inwove with amarant and gold ; Immortal amarant, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom...
Strana 147 - When with infinite toil they had climbed up the greater part of that steep ascent, Balboa commanded his men to halt, and advanced alone to the summit, that he might be the first who should enjoy a spectacle which he had so long desired. As soon as he beheld the South sea stretching in endless prospect below him, he fell on his knees, and lifting up his hands to heaven, returned thanks to God, who had conducted him to a discovery so beneficial to his country, and so honourable to himself. His followers,...
Strana 180 - As autumn's dark storms pour from two echoing hills, so towards each other approached the heroes. As two dark streams from high rocks meet and mix, and roar on the plain: loud, rough, and dark in battle meet Lochlin and Inisfail. ... As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on high; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven; such is the noise of the battle.
Strana 9 - And soon, to be completely blest, Soon may a young Torquatus rise ; Who, hanging on his mother's breast, To his known sire shall turn his eyes, Outstretch his infant arms awhile, Half ope his little lips, and smile.
Strana 61 - I do not believe that there is, in all the vegetable creation, a tree of greater beauty than a young pimento. The trunk, which is of a grey colour, smooth and shining, and altogether free of bark, rises to the height of fifteen or twenty feet. It then branches out on all sides, richly clothed with leaves of a deep green, somewhat like those of the bay...
Strana 35 - ... the subjects of most of them. ' Beauty,' < Attachment,' ' Sensibility' ' Evening,' are the titles of others. The author scarcely attempts any thing of a higher character. They are what the title designates them, — leaves. We select the following as no unfavourable specimen: ' THE CHILD LOVE, AND GENIUS. ' IT chanced in lonely vale afar, By woods, and purple evening shaded, While o'er it hung the Idalian star. That Love, with tiny pomp, paraded. ' " And mine the scene, and mine the hour!"—...
Strana 80 - ... dignity, but too violent, too passionate, was called 'Parenthyrsos.' For, the more tranquillity reigns in a body, the fitter it is to draw the true character of the soul; which, in every excessive gesture, seems to rush from her proper centre, and being hurried away by extremes becomes unnatural. Wound up to the highest pitch of passion, she may force herself upon the duller eye; but the true sphere of her action is simplicity and calmness.
Strana 41 - Scende a quella vicino Una gentil donzella, Che tutti gli raccoglie, E, per sembrar più bella, Tra il crine e tra le spoglie, E del sen tra gli avori, Al velo intreccia i fiori. Ne la stagion gradita...
Strana 37 - The boy with rapture viewed the lyre, As on its chords his touch reposes; Yet, childish still, with fond desire, Would change its amaranth for roses. ' Then Genius loud exclaimed — " Forbear! Nor from my lyre its own wreaths sever!— But, wiselicr, twine thy flowrets there, To bloom with mine, and bloom for ever!
Strana 61 - The trunk, which is of a grey colour, smooth, and shining, and altogether destitute of bark, rises to the height of fifteen or twenty feet. It then branches out on all sides...