The Three Wartons: A Choice of Their VerseScholartis Press, 1927 - 192 من الصفحات |
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The Three Wartons, a Choice of Their Verse <span dir=ltr>Eric Partridge</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 1927 |
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الصفحة 123 - Piety displays Her mouldering roll, the piercing eye explores New manners, and the pomp of elder days, Whence culls the pensive bard his pictured stores. Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways Of hoar Antiquity, but strewn with flowers.
الصفحة 145 - Fraught with a transient frozen shower, If a cloud should haply lower, Sailing o'er the landscape dark, Mute on a sudden is the lark ; But when gleams the sun again O'er the pearl-besprinkled plain, And from behind his watery vail...
الصفحة 180 - JV0 more the matchless skill I call unkind, That strives to disenchant my cheated mind. For when again I view thy chaste design, The just proportion, and the genuine line; Those native portraitures of Attic art, That from the lucid surface seem to start; Those tints, that steal no glories from the day, Nor ask the sun to lend his streaming ray...
الصفحة 103 - My senses lead through flow'ry paths of joy ; But let the sacred genius of the night Such mystic visions send, as Spenser saw When through bewild'ring fancy's magic maze. To the fell house of Busyrane. he led Th...
الصفحة 129 - And thought my way was all through fairy ground, Beneath thy azure sky, and golden sun, Where first my Muse to lisp her notes begun! While pensive Memory traces back the round, Which fills the varied interval between ; Much pleasure, more of sorrow, marks the scene.
الصفحة 165 - To griefs congenial prone, More wounds than Nature gave he knew, While Misery's form his fancy drew In dark ideal hues, and horrors not its own.
الصفحة 149 - Haste thee, nymph ! and, hand in hand, With thee lead a buxom band ; Bring fantastic-footed Joy, With Sport, that yellow-tressed boy ; Leisure, that through the balmy sky Chases a crimson butterfly. Bring Health, that loves in early dawn To meet the milk-maid on the lawn ; Bring Pleasure, rural nymph ; and Peace, Meek, cottage-loving shepherdess ! And that sweet stripling, Zephyr, bring, Light, and for ever on the wing.
الصفحة 87 - Without thy powerful, vital aid, That breathes an energy divine, That gives a soul to every line, Ne'er may I strive with lips profane To utter an unhallow'd strain, Nor dare to touch the sacred string, Save when with smiles thou bid'st me sing. O hear our prayer, O hither come From thy lamented SHAKSPEAR'S tomb, On which thou lov'st to sit at eve, Musing o'er thy darling's grave...
الصفحة 39 - Joy, rose-lipt dryad, loves to dwell In sunny field or mossy cell ; Delights on echoing hills to hear The reaper's song, or lowing steer ; Or view, with tenfold plenty spread, The crowded corn-field, blooming mead ; While beauty, health, and innocence, Transport the eye, the soul, the sense.
الصفحة 83 - O lover of the desert, hail ! Say, in what deep and pathless vale, Or on what hoary mountain's side...