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Page 108
... swains report it right ; ( For yet by swains alone the world he knew , Whose feet came wand'ring o'er the nightly dew ) He quits his cell : the pilgrim - staff he bore , And fix'd the scallop in his hat before : Then with the sun a ...
... swains report it right ; ( For yet by swains alone the world he knew , Whose feet came wand'ring o'er the nightly dew ) He quits his cell : the pilgrim - staff he bore , And fix'd the scallop in his hat before : Then with the sun a ...
Page 130
... swains , Their rural sports , and jocund strains : ( Heaven guard us all from Cupid's bow ! ) He lost his crook , he left his flocks ; And , wandering through the lonely rocks , He nourish'd endless woe . The nymphs and shepherds round ...
... swains , Their rural sports , and jocund strains : ( Heaven guard us all from Cupid's bow ! ) He lost his crook , he left his flocks ; And , wandering through the lonely rocks , He nourish'd endless woe . The nymphs and shepherds round ...
Page 136
... my plight is guess'd ; For he that loves , a stranger is to rest . ! If swains belye not , thou hast prov'd the smart , And Blouzelinda's mistress of thy heart . GAY . LA DISPUTE . ÉGLOGUE . COLAS , GUILLOT 136 POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE .
... my plight is guess'd ; For he that loves , a stranger is to rest . ! If swains belye not , thou hast prov'd the smart , And Blouzelinda's mistress of thy heart . GAY . LA DISPUTE . ÉGLOGUE . COLAS , GUILLOT 136 POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE .
Page 138
... swain , The wisest lout of all the neighb'ring plain . From Cloddipole we learnt to read the skies , To know when hail will fall , or winds arise . He taught us erst the heifer's tail to view , When stuck aloft , that show'rs would ...
... swain , The wisest lout of all the neighb'ring plain . From Cloddipole we learnt to read the skies , To know when hail will fall , or winds arise . He taught us erst the heifer's tail to view , When stuck aloft , that show'rs would ...
Page 142
... swain ; The wanton calf may skip with many a bound , And my cur Tray play deftest feats around : But neither lamb , nor kid , nor calf , nor Tray , Dance like Buxoma on the first of May . LOBBIN CLOUT . Sweet is toil when Blouzelind is ...
... swain ; The wanton calf may skip with many a bound , And my cur Tray play deftest feats around : But neither lamb , nor kid , nor calf , nor Tray , Dance like Buxoma on the first of May . LOBBIN CLOUT . Sweet is toil when Blouzelind is ...
Common terms and phrases
amant Amid amour arms attraits bear beauté BÉLINDE beneath breast breath brillant but the brave call CARDELIA chants charms Chloe ciel cieux cœur CUDDY dear death desire Dieu douce doux e'er earth envy Eurydice ev'n ev'ry eyes fate fear femme find first friend gave give glow goddess good grace great half hand happy head hear heart heav'n hélas high hope kind know l'amour LADY last life light look lost love lovely madame made make mind Mondor music Musidore my breast my fancy nature's never night nymph o'er once plaisirs pleasure pleurs pow'r pride reason right round Roxane ruby lips scorn shade sigh SMILINDA soft soon soul sound strange Sullen swain sweet take tears tendre their think thou thought thrice thro tremble vanity virtue wish world wretch youth
Popular passages
Page 188 - If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay: If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way.
Page 78 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Page 332 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Page 80 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Page 354 - An heir of glory! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! insect infinite! A worm ! a god ! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels!
Page 374 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 333 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Page 34 - Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor— one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time.
Page 208 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show...
Page 368 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...