Laura: Or, An Anthology of Sonnets, (on the Petrarcan Model,) and Elegiac Quatuorzains: English, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, French, and German; Original and Translated ; Great Part Never Before Published, Volume 2R. Taylor, 1814 - English poetry |
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Page xiv
... soon shall find the gulph below A channel dry , which he may safe pass o'er . Vain hope ! -it flows - and flows - and yet will flow , Volume decreaseless , to the FINAL HOUR ! ” SEWARD . ( LXIX . ) * Rusticus expectat dum defluat amnis ...
... soon shall find the gulph below A channel dry , which he may safe pass o'er . Vain hope ! -it flows - and flows - and yet will flow , Volume decreaseless , to the FINAL HOUR ! ” SEWARD . ( LXIX . ) * Rusticus expectat dum defluat amnis ...
Page xxx
... soon upon my breast will lie ; And soft and sound will be my peaceful sleep . Go Thou ; and pluck the Roses while they bloom— My hopes lie buried in the silent tomb . BY HENRY KIRKE WHITE . XXXI . ΤΟ TO MISS SARAH WATSON FINCH : WITH ...
... soon upon my breast will lie ; And soft and sound will be my peaceful sleep . Go Thou ; and pluck the Roses while they bloom— My hopes lie buried in the silent tomb . BY HENRY KIRKE WHITE . XXXI . ΤΟ TO MISS SARAH WATSON FINCH : WITH ...
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... silent Tomb my progress haste . In hope , though now uncharm'd by her mild Ray , It soon shall meet me in the Realms of Light . 18 Jul . 1803. S. W. L. V. SONNET XXVIII . XL . ELEGIACO . DI PETRARCA . ( CCXXXIX . SONNET .
... silent Tomb my progress haste . In hope , though now uncharm'd by her mild Ray , It soon shall meet me in the Realms of Light . 18 Jul . 1803. S. W. L. V. SONNET XXVIII . XL . ELEGIACO . DI PETRARCA . ( CCXXXIX . SONNET .
Page xlvi
... soon hath Time , the subtile Thief of Youth Stolen on his wing my three and twentieth Year ! My hasting days flie on with full career ; But my late Spring no bud or blossom shew'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth : That I ...
... soon hath Time , the subtile Thief of Youth Stolen on his wing my three and twentieth Year ! My hasting days flie on with full career ; But my late Spring no bud or blossom shew'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth : That I ...
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... soon their lot must be her own . 2 . Oft would she turn her languid eye to Heaven , So sweetly sad ! ... so tranquil oft appear , As to her Soul already had been given Repose and Happiness for Virtue here ! ..... 3 . Could I , and ...
... soon their lot must be her own . 2 . Oft would she turn her languid eye to Heaven , So sweetly sad ! ... so tranquil oft appear , As to her Soul already had been given Repose and Happiness for Virtue here ! ..... 3 . Could I , and ...
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Amor ANNE BANNERMAN beam Beauty beneath blest Bliss bloom bosom breast breathe bright CHARLOTTE SMITH charm chear Ciel dark dear Death delight DI PETRARCA divine dolce e'en Earth ELEGIAC fair Fate Flowers fond gale gentle glide gloom glow Grace green Grief hast hath Heart Heaven HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS HENRY KIRKE WHITE hope hopes and fears hour Life's light lonely lov'd Love lustre Lyre meco Melody mild MILTON Mind MISS SARAH WATSON mourn murmurs Muse Nature's Night numbers Nymph o'er occhi pale pensier pensive PETRARCA piagge Pity pleasure POEMS Pommi praise QUATUORZAIN rest ROBERT BLOOMFIELD SARAH WATSON FINCH scene SEWARD shade shine sighs smile soft Song SONNET soothe Sorrow Soul Spirit strains stream sweet tear tender thee thine thou thought thy majesty TRANSLATION TROSTON Vale Vide wandering weep wild Winds wizzard wonted Youth ΤΟ
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Page cxxxv - SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part, Nay I have done, you get no more of me ; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free ; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Page cii - Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Page cvii - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Page cix - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay ; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Page xxix - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Page xlvi - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth That I to manhood am arrived so near ; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Page cii - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Page xlvi - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Page lxxxix - LET me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever -fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page cxlviii - Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the hill of heavenly truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast...