Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, Հատոր 2Harrison and Company, 1781 |
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... delight , Eager for glory , and require the fight . So the ftaunch hound the trembling deer pursues , And smells his footsteps in the tainted dews , The tedious track unrav'lling by degrees ; But when the fcent comes warm in ev'ry ...
... delight , Eager for glory , and require the fight . So the ftaunch hound the trembling deer pursues , And smells his footsteps in the tainted dews , The tedious track unrav'lling by degrees ; But when the fcent comes warm in ev'ry ...
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... delight no more ; Nor the sweet magick of his tender lays , Shall touch the bofom which it charm'd before . Nor then , tho ' Malice , with infidious guife Of friendship , ope the unfufpecting breast ; Nor then , tho ' Envy broach her ...
... delight no more ; Nor the sweet magick of his tender lays , Shall touch the bofom which it charm'd before . Nor then , tho ' Malice , with infidious guife Of friendship , ope the unfufpecting breast ; Nor then , tho ' Envy broach her ...
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... Delight , of Hope and Fancy born , His head on tufted wild - thyme half reclin'd , Caught the colours of the orient morn , gay And thence of life this picture vain design'd . O born to thoughts , to pleasures more fublime , Than beings ...
... Delight , of Hope and Fancy born , His head on tufted wild - thyme half reclin'd , Caught the colours of the orient morn , gay And thence of life this picture vain design'd . O born to thoughts , to pleasures more fublime , Than beings ...
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... , While still new mis'ries mark their deftin'd way ; Whether to their unhappy lot be giv'n Death's long fad night , or life's fhort bufy day ! Me Me not fuch themes delight ! —I more rejoice , 44 BEAUTIES OF POETRY .
... , While still new mis'ries mark their deftin'd way ; Whether to their unhappy lot be giv'n Death's long fad night , or life's fhort bufy day ! Me Me not fuch themes delight ! —I more rejoice , 44 BEAUTIES OF POETRY .
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Me not fuch themes delight ! —I more rejoice , When chance fome happier , better change I fee ; Tho ' no fuch change await my luckless choice , And mountains rife between my hopes and me . For why should he who roves the dreary waste ...
Me not fuch themes delight ! —I more rejoice , When chance fome happier , better change I fee ; Tho ' no fuch change await my luckless choice , And mountains rife between my hopes and me . For why should he who roves the dreary waste ...
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Abra beneath bleffings blefs'd blifs bofom breaſt breath charms chearful crown'd defire delight deſpair diftant e'en eaſe erft ev'ry eyes facred faid fair fame fate fcenes fcorn fear fecret feen fhade fhall fhine fhore fhould fide fighs filent fing firft firſt fkies flain flame flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpring ftate ftill ftrain ftream fuch fweet Gaul grace grief grove guife heart Heav'n himſelf honour laft laſt loft lov'd lyre maid mind mourn Mufe muft muſt numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er paffion pain plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride purſue rage raiſe reafon reft rife roſe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſtate ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro toil tow'ring virtue whofe Whoſe wretch youth
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Էջ 273 - His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand ; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Էջ 16 - Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Էջ 160 - But ah ! what pen his piteous plight may trace ? Or what device his loud laments explain? The form uncouth of his disguised face ? The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain ? The plenteous shower that does his cheek distain...
Էջ 414 - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
Էջ 219 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Էջ 272 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Էջ 15 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Էջ 415 - There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Էջ 448 - Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Էջ 268 - The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. Such was the scorn that...