Paulina; Or, the Russian Daughter, a Poem. In Two Books. By Robert MerryJ. Robson, and W. Clarke, 1787 - 55 pagine |
Parole e frasi comuni
Alexis alſo amid anguiſh awhile Befide beſt beſtow blaſt blifs bluſhes bofom boſom bow'r breaſt brow Calabria ceaſe Chamois cheek cloſe defolate deſpair doom'd dreft eaſe ev'ry facred fadly fair fate father's feeming fentiment fhall fhows figh figh'd filent fincere firſt fleep fmiles fnows foft folace folemn fome fong foon forc'd forrow foul ftill ftood fubdue fuch fuffer funk fure fweet gale glow grief heart hopeleſs horrors juſt leaſt limbs loft lover maid mark'd midſt mind moft moſt night o'er paffion pangs paſs Paulina periſh pity pleaſure pow'r praiſe pray'r prov'd rage reſt riſe rofe roſe RUSSIAN DAUGHTER ruthleſs ſcene ſeaſon ſeem ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſharp ſhe ſhed ſhow ſky ſmart ſmiles ſnow ſoft ſome ſpeaks ſpirit ſtars ſtart ſtep ſtill ſtrain ſtream ſwear tear thee theſe thoſe thou Thro toil tranſport wanton whofe Whoſe wind youth
Brani popolari
Pagina 54 - If thou canst pity those who suffer here The settled sorrow of the daily tear, If ev'ry action of this world combin'd Still float before thine incxhausted mind, My injuries shall with my faults be known, And plead for pardon at thine awful throne. Now too in deep contrition will 1 swear To pass my life in penitence and pray'r, To pour the pious hymn at early morn ; Quit cv'ry rose, and dwell upon the thorn. Far from my heav'n-fix'd thoughts shall now b...
Pagina 38 - To deeper horrors of fublime defpair ; To dire perfection of exceflive pain, To weep, to pray, to think, to feel in vain.
Pagina 24 - Confufion reigns, and Terror's monfter form Stalks in the uproar of the coming...
Pagina 26 - And far, his chamber on the southern side From mine long passages and halls divide ; Nor is the terrace high, and love has wings, O'er ev'ry human boundary he springs.
Pagina 40 - Helurn'd away, yet as he turn'd would leer; And by the fiery glance too plainly show'd That brutal passion in his bosom glow'd. But most cold avarice his thoughts confin'd And stifl'd ev'ry virtue in his mind.
Pagina 53 - What coming guilt can lay bis virtue low? Strange chance, or injury, or love, or rage, To sudden acts of infamy engage; And the most happy may to-morrow try The arduous weight of life's calamity.
Pagina 46 - Stab'd his cold heart, and ftain'd the wound with blood, There welt'ring in the wind the youth he laid, To meet...