Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. X.John Bell, 1789 - 192 էջ |
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... to them both , and charm'd the wond'ring view . IX . It seem'd like arras , wrought with cunning skill , Where kindly meddle colors , light , and shade : Here flows the flood ; there rising wood or hill 4 Poem 1 . POEMS IN THE.
... to them both , and charm'd the wond'ring view . IX . It seem'd like arras , wrought with cunning skill , Where kindly meddle colors , light , and shade : Here flows the flood ; there rising wood or hill 4 Poem 1 . POEMS IN THE.
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Vol. X. Here flows the flood ; there rising wood or hill Breaks off its course ; gay verdure dies the mead . The stream , depeinten by the glitt❜rand braid , Emong the hills now winding seems to hide ; Now shines unlook'd for through ...
Vol. X. Here flows the flood ; there rising wood or hill Breaks off its course ; gay verdure dies the mead . The stream , depeinten by the glitt❜rand braid , Emong the hills now winding seems to hide ; Now shines unlook'd for through ...
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... rise : Wonder , to see him safe , and hear his telling ; Ambition vain , to be more fair and wise ; And rage , at Cupid's misconceiv'd false dealing : Various the gusts , but , all one way impelling , She plung'd into the bosom of the ...
... rise : Wonder , to see him safe , and hear his telling ; Ambition vain , to be more fair and wise ; And rage , at Cupid's misconceiv'd false dealing : Various the gusts , but , all one way impelling , She plung'd into the bosom of the ...
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... rising doubt he in her bosome quell'd . So parted they , more blithsome both , I trow : For rankling love conceal'd , me seems , is deadly woe . VIII . Eftsoons to Lycon swift the youth did fare , ( Lagg'd ever youth when Cupid urg'd ...
... rising doubt he in her bosome quell'd . So parted they , more blithsome both , I trow : For rankling love conceal'd , me seems , is deadly woe . VIII . Eftsoons to Lycon swift the youth did fare , ( Lagg'd ever youth when Cupid urg'd ...
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... each thought That well mote rise to check his generous aid . Tho high the torts which Lycon him had wrought , Tho few the flocks his humble pastures fed , When as he learn'd Pastora's hapless sted , His breast 28 Poem II . POEMS IN THE.
... each thought That well mote rise to check his generous aid . Tho high the torts which Lycon him had wrought , Tho few the flocks his humble pastures fed , When as he learn'd Pastora's hapless sted , His breast 28 Poem II . POEMS IN THE.
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Էջ 127 - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose ! Can Passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.
Էջ 106 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene. In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on. ocean-wave serene The southern sun diffused his dazzling...
Էջ 100 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven I X.
Էջ 113 - O Nature, how in every charm supreme ! Whose votaries feast on raptures ever new ! O for the voice and fire of seraphim, To sing thy glories with devotion due ! Blest be the day I 'scaped the wrangling crew. From Pyrrho's maze, and Epicurus...
Էջ 130 - Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome, Where night and desolation ever frown. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down ; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrown, Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave. And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
Էջ 138 - Sweet were your shades, O ye primeval groves ! Whose boughs to man his food and shelter lent, Pure in his pleasures, happy in his loves, His eye still smiling, and his heart content. Then, hand in hand, health, sport, and labour went. Nature supply'd the wish she taught to crave.
Էջ 115 - O cruel ! will no pang of pity pierce That heart, by lust of lucre sear'd to stone ? For sure, if aught of virtue last, or verse, To latest times shall tender souls bemoan Those hopeless orphan-babes by thy fell arts undone.
Էջ 97 - I who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar...
Էջ 148 - Warbling at will through each harmonious maze, Was taught to modulate the artful strain, I fain would sing : — but ah ! I strive in vain. Sighs from a breaking heart my voice confound . With trembling step, to join yon weeping train , I haste, where gleams funereal glare around, And, mix'd with shrieks of woe, the knells of death resound. LXII. Adieu, ye lays, that Fancy's flowers adorn, The soft amusement of the vacant mind...
Էջ 123 - OF chance or change, 0 let not man complain, Else shall he never, never cease to wail ; For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain Rears the lone cottage in the silent dale, All feel the assault of Fortune's fickle gale...