The beauties of English poetry, selected from the most esteemed authors, by dr. Wolcot, Հատոր 1John Wolcot 1804 |
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... length of days . So Zembla's rocks ( the beauteous work of frost ) Rise white in air , and glitter o'er the coast ; Pale suns , unfelt , at distance roll away , And on th ' impassive ice the lightnings play ; Eternal snows the growing ...
... length of days . So Zembla's rocks ( the beauteous work of frost ) Rise white in air , and glitter o'er the coast ; Pale suns , unfelt , at distance roll away , And on th ' impassive ice the lightnings play ; Eternal snows the growing ...
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... length'ning spires ascend , The domes swell up , the widening arches bend , The growing tow'rs like exhalations rise , And the huge columns heave into the skies . The Eastern front was glorious to behold , With di'mond flaming , and ...
... length'ning spires ascend , The domes swell up , the widening arches bend , The growing tow'rs like exhalations rise , And the huge columns heave into the skies . The Eastern front was glorious to behold , With di'mond flaming , and ...
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... length of days . Around these wonders as I cast a look , The trumpet sounded , and the Temple shook ; And all the nations , summon'd at the call , From diff'rent quarters fill the crowded hall : Of various tongues the mingled sounds ...
... length of days . Around these wonders as I cast a look , The trumpet sounded , and the Temple shook ; And all the nations , summon'd at the call , From diff'rent quarters fill the crowded hall : Of various tongues the mingled sounds ...
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... and made the same request : " What , you ! " ( she cry'd ) " unlearn'd in arts to please , Slaves to yourselves , and ev'n fatigu'd with ease , Who lose a length of undeserving days- Would you usurp 22 THE TEMPLE OF FAME.
... and made the same request : " What , you ! " ( she cry'd ) " unlearn'd in arts to please , Slaves to yourselves , and ev'n fatigu'd with ease , Who lose a length of undeserving days- Would you usurp 22 THE TEMPLE OF FAME.
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John Wolcot. Who lose a length of undeserving days- Would you usurp the Lover's dear - bought praise ? To just contempt , ye vain pretenders , fall ; The people's fable and the scorn of all ! " Straight the black clarion sends a horrid ...
John Wolcot. Who lose a length of undeserving days- Would you usurp the Lover's dear - bought praise ? To just contempt , ye vain pretenders , fall ; The people's fable and the scorn of all ! " Straight the black clarion sends a horrid ...
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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 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 Twas vale ween wild wind wing wish WOLCOT wretch youth ZEPHYR
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Էջ 57 - And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing...
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 50 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweetbriar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
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, And the night-raven sings; There, under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Էջ 60 - That own'd 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 59 - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook ; And of those daemons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops...
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 54 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse...
Էջ 48 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
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 O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's...