The Works of the English Poets: Dyer; MalletH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... HILL . ILENT Nymph , with curious eye ! SILEN Who , the purple evening , lie On the mountain's lonely van , Beyond the noife of busy man ; Painting fair the form of things , While the yellow linnet fings ; Or the tuneful nightingale ...
... HILL . ILENT Nymph , with curious eye ! SILEN Who , the purple evening , lie On the mountain's lonely van , Beyond the noife of busy man ; Painting fair the form of things , While the yellow linnet fings ; Or the tuneful nightingale ...
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... hill to hill , Till Contemplation had her fill . About his chequer'd fides I wind , And leave his brooks and meads behind , And groves , and grottoes where I lay , And . viftoes fhooting beams of day : Wide and wider fpreads the vale ...
... hill to hill , Till Contemplation had her fill . About his chequer'd fides I wind , And leave his brooks and meads behind , And groves , and grottoes where I lay , And . viftoes fhooting beams of day : Wide and wider fpreads the vale ...
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... hill , steep and high , Holds and charms the wandering eye ! Deep are his feet in Towy's flood , His fides are cloath'd with waving wood , And ancient towers crown his brow , That caft an aweful look below ; Whofe ragged walls the ivy ...
... hill , steep and high , Holds and charms the wandering eye ! Deep are his feet in Towy's flood , His fides are cloath'd with waving wood , And ancient towers crown his brow , That caft an aweful look below ; Whofe ragged walls the ivy ...
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... Pleafure , clofe ally'd , Ever by each other's fide : And often , by the murmuring rill , Hears the thrush , while all is ftill , Within the groves of Grongar Hill . } THE " THE RUINS OF ROME . Afpice murorum moles , DYER'S POEM S.
... Pleafure , clofe ally'd , Ever by each other's fide : And often , by the murmuring rill , Hears the thrush , while all is ftill , Within the groves of Grongar Hill . } THE " THE RUINS OF ROME . Afpice murorum moles , DYER'S POEM S.
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... hills , To Latium's wide champain , forlorn and waste , Where yellow Tiber his neglected wave Mournfully rolls . Yet once again , my Mufe ,, Yet once again , and foar a loftier flight ; Lo the refiftless theme , imperial Rome . Fall'n ...
... hills , To Latium's wide champain , forlorn and waste , Where yellow Tiber his neglected wave Mournfully rolls . Yet once again , my Mufe ,, Yet once again , and foar a loftier flight ; Lo the refiftless theme , imperial Rome . Fall'n ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Ægyptus æther afcending Amyntor arife Aurelius beauteous behold beneath bofom breaſt brow charms chearful clime clouds coaft deep defcend diftant duft earth erft ev'n facred fafe fair Falernum fame fcene fecure feen fenfe fhade fhall fheep fhepherds fhine fhore fide figh filence filk firſt fkies flame fleece fleep flocks flood fmile foft fome fong fons forrow foul ftill ftream fuch funk fwains fweet fwell Gaul grace Grongar Hill groves hand heart heaven hills himſelf ifle juft laft laſt light loft loom moſt Mufe Muſe muſt Nature's night nymphs o'er paffion plain pleaſe pleaſure praiſe rais'd reafon realms rife riſe rocks rofe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhore ſkill ſky ſpread ſtate ſtep thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil trade unnumber'd vale virtue wafte wave weft whofe whoſe wild wind wing wonder woods wool
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 4 - But transient is the smile of Fate ! A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Seite 3 - That cast an awful look below; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps ; So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find. 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode; 'Tis now th...
Seite 12 - Th' enormous amphitheatre behold — Mountainous pile ! o'er whose capacious womb Pours the broad firmament its varied light ; While from the central floor the seats ascend...
Seite 132 - And catch at last his bushy brow. Oh! how fresh, how pure the air! Let me breathe a little here. Where am I, Nature? I descry Thy magazine before me lie. Temples! and towns! and towers! and woods! And hills! and vales! and fields! and floods! Crowding before me, edg'd around With naked wilds, and barren ground.
Seite 2 - Does the face of Nature show In all the hues of heaven's bow, And, swelling to embrace the light, Spreads around beneath the sight.
Seite 124 - E'en in the fiftieth latitude. Say why, (If ye, the travell'd sons of Commerce, know) Wherefore lie bound their rivers, lakes, and dales, Half the Sun's annual course, in chains of ice ? While the Rhine's fertile shore, and Gallic realms, By the same zone encircled, long enjoy Warm beams of Phoebus, and, supine, behold Their plains and hillocks blush with clustering vines.
Seite 5 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view! The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys warm and low; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky; The pleasant seat, the ruined tower, The naked rock, the shady bower; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.
Seite 5 - As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day.
Seite 1 - Silent nymph, with curious eye, Who, the purple evening, lie On the mountain's lonely van, Beyond the noise of busy man ; Painting fair the form of things, While the yellow linnet sings ; Or the tuneful nightingale Charms the forest with her tale...
Seite 3 - In all the hues of heaven's bow ; And, swelling to embrace the light, Spreads around beneath the sight. Old castles on the cliffs arise, Proudly...