Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, Том 1Harrison and Company, 1781 |
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... it lefs : Yet still she keeps the glorious golden mean , And always wears what best becomes a queen ; Rich , tho ' not tawdry ; elegant , tho ' neat ; And all her perfon , like her mind , compleat . While , in each duty of domeftick ...
... it lefs : Yet still she keeps the glorious golden mean , And always wears what best becomes a queen ; Rich , tho ' not tawdry ; elegant , tho ' neat ; And all her perfon , like her mind , compleat . While , in each duty of domeftick ...
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While , in each duty of domeftick life , She yields not to the lefs - exaited wife ; Attends , herself , the royal ... it needs a more enlighten'd mind ; To traverse Nature's garden all around , Where ev'ry weed and ev'ry flow'r is found ...
While , in each duty of domeftick life , She yields not to the lefs - exaited wife ; Attends , herself , the royal ... it needs a more enlighten'd mind ; To traverse Nature's garden all around , Where ev'ry weed and ev'ry flow'r is found ...
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... she please ; Nor fear , howe'er incautioufly she tread , To place her foot upon the adder's head : • Affur'd each plant or flow'r that meets her eyes , Is to the virtuous mind a welcome prize . E'en CHARLOTTE's felf fome leisure hour ...
... she please ; Nor fear , howe'er incautioufly she tread , To place her foot upon the adder's head : • Affur'd each plant or flow'r that meets her eyes , Is to the virtuous mind a welcome prize . E'en CHARLOTTE's felf fome leisure hour ...
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Fearful it feem'd , tho ' of athletick make , Left brutal breezes thould too roughly shake It's tender form , and favage motion fpread O'er it's pale cheeks the horrid manly red . Much did it talk , in it's own pretty phrase , Of genius ...
Fearful it feem'd , tho ' of athletick make , Left brutal breezes thould too roughly shake It's tender form , and favage motion fpread O'er it's pale cheeks the horrid manly red . Much did it talk , in it's own pretty phrase , Of genius ...
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... She charms the town with humour juft , yet new : Chear'd by her promise , we the lefs deplore The fatal time when Clive fhall be no more . 700 Lo ! Vincent comes - with fimple grace array'd ,. She laughs at paltry arts , and fcorns ...
... She charms the town with humour juft , yet new : Chear'd by her promise , we the lefs deplore The fatal time when Clive fhall be no more . 700 Lo ! Vincent comes - with fimple grace array'd ,. She laughs at paltry arts , and fcorns ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
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Страница 145 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 145 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 149 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Страница 142 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Страница 141 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Страница 145 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Страница 147 - I fed on the smiles of my dear? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown; Alas ! where with her I have stray'd, I could wander with pleasure, alone.
Страница 142 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Страница 148 - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound : Not a beech's more beautiful green, But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields, in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold : Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold. One would think she might like to retire To the bow'r I have labour'd to rear...
Страница 442 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!