The Beauties of English Poetry, Հատոր 1C. Spilsbury, 1804 |
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... Tale ; by Dr. Parnell On throwing by an old Black Coat ; by T. 64 70 72 Coombe , D.D. 83 Song .... 86 A Parody on " Blest as th ' immortal Gods is he ; " by the Hon . Henry Erskine ...... 87 An Ode to Eight Cats , belonging to Israel ...
... Tale ; by Dr. Parnell On throwing by an old Black Coat ; by T. 64 70 72 Coombe , D.D. 83 Song .... 86 A Parody on " Blest as th ' immortal Gods is he ; " by the Hon . Henry Erskine ...... 87 An Ode to Eight Cats , belonging to Israel ...
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... tales we tell ; Yet , would the world believe us , all were well . The joy let others have , and we the name ; And what we want in pleasure , grant in fame . " The Queen assents , the trumpet rends the skies , And at each blast a lady's ...
... tales we tell ; Yet , would the world believe us , all were well . The joy let others have , and we the name ; And what we want in pleasure , grant in fame . " The Queen assents , the trumpet rends the skies , And at each blast a lady's ...
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... tales from foreign lands ; Each talk'd aloud , or in some secret place ; And wild impatience star'd in ev'ry face . The flying rumours gather'd as they roll'd , Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told ; And all who told it added ...
... tales from foreign lands ; Each talk'd aloud , or in some secret place ; And wild impatience star'd in ev'ry face . The flying rumours gather'd as they roll'd , Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told ; And all who told it added ...
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... tale of the HEART ! ANACREONTIC . SYLVIA , a kiss or two I stole , That thrill'd me to the very soul : But , sooner than thou shalt complain , I'll place them on thy lips again . THE FIRE - SIDE . BY DR . COTTON . ELEGY . ANACREONTIC ...
... tale of the HEART ! ANACREONTIC . SYLVIA , a kiss or two I stole , That thrill'd me to the very soul : But , sooner than thou shalt complain , I'll place them on thy lips again . THE FIRE - SIDE . BY DR . COTTON . ELEGY . ANACREONTIC ...
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... farther the descriptive song- Nature shudders at the sight.— Protract not , curious ears , the mournful tale , But o'er the hapless groupe , low drop COMPAS- SION'S veil . BY HAFEZ . ODE I. UNLESS my fair - one's 42 MADNESS .
... farther the descriptive song- Nature shudders at the sight.— Protract not , curious ears , the mournful tale , But o'er the hapless groupe , low drop COMPAS- SION'S veil . BY HAFEZ . ODE I. UNLESS my fair - one's 42 MADNESS .
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appear'd arms bards beauty behold blush boast bosom bow'r breast breath bring charms clouds cries crown'd Dæmons dear delight drest DRYAD EDWIN ELEGY ENGLISH POETRY ev'ry eyes fair FAIR-ONE fairies fame fate fav'rite fire flame fond gentle glowing Goddess gold golden grace grief grove HAFEZ haste hath hear heart Heav'n heave honour immortal Israel John Walker JULIA light loud lover MADRIGAL maid MIRTH mourn Muse ne'er night Nymph o'er OBERON ORPHEUS pale passion PETRARCH PINCHBECK PINDAR pity plain Pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise rais'd RICHARD JAGO rill rise roof scene seem'd shade shone shrine sigh sight sing Sir TOPAZ skies smile song sorrows soul sound spectres stream stretch'd swains sweet tale tears tempest THEBES thee thine thou thousand thro throne thunder tow'ring train vale ween wild wind wing wish WOLCOT youth ZEPHYR
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Էջ 53 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp and feast and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Էջ 60 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek!
Էջ 58 - Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight. Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustomed oak; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
Էջ 60 - Canace to wife That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar King did ride; And if aught else great Bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung Of turneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Էջ 48 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings...
Էջ 53 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Էջ 58 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Էջ 56 - But hail, thou goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view...
Էջ 99 - She next the stately Bull implored ; And thus replied the mighty lord: "Since every beast alive can tell That I sincerely wish you well ; I may, without offence, pretend To take the freedom of a friend. Love calls me hence ; a favourite cow Expects me near yon barley-mow; And when a lady's in the case, You know all other things give place. To leave you thus might seem unkind, But see, the Goat is just behind.
Էջ 21 - And live there men who slight immortal fame ? Who then with incense shall adore our name ? But, mortals ! know, 'tis still our greatest pride To blaze those virtues which the good would hide. Rise ! Muses, rise ! add all your tuneful breath ; These must not sleep in darkness and in death.