Poemata Latine partim reddita, partim scripta

الغلاف الأمامي
Typis et impensis Slatter et Munday, veneunt apud Longman, Hurst, Rees, et Orme, et W.H. Lunn, 1808 - 286 من الصفحات

الصفحات المحددة

طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات

مقاطع مشهورة

الصفحة 186 - You think, no doubt, he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall. No; not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all. He sees that this great round-about, The world, with all its motley rout, Church, army, physic, law, Its customs, and its businesses, Is no concern at all of his, And says — what says he ?—Caw.
الصفحة 50 - ... O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. " Believe not what the landmen say Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind : They'll tell thee, sailors when away, In every port a mistress find : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For Thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
الصفحة 16 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
الصفحة 16 - What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.
الصفحة 82 - That eye dropt sense distinct and clear, As any muse's tongue could speak ; When from its lid a pearly tear Ran trickling down her beauteous cheek. Dissembling what I knew too well,
الصفحة 22 - In glided Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet. Her face was like an April morn, Clad in a wintry cloud; And clay-cold was her lily hand, That held her sable shroud. So shall the fairest face appear, When youth and years are flown : Such is the robe that kings must wear, When death has reft their crown.
الصفحة 4 - Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently clear'd my way, And through the pleasing snares of vice, More to be fear'd than they.
الصفحة 12 - O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face ; O how shall I appear ! 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought: 3...
الصفحة 8 - How are thy Servants blest fOW are Thy servants blest, O Lord ! How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence. In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt, And breath'd in tainted air. Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil, Made every region please; The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd, And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.
الصفحة 58 - Ye perjur'd swains, beware. Three times, all in the dead of night, A bell was heard to ring; And shrieking at her window thrice, The raven flap'd his wing.

معلومات المراجع