Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, Том 1Harrison and Company, 1781 |
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... tempeftuous fea To bear you fafe ! Behold that friend in me . My active wings fhall all their force employ , And nimbly waft you to the realms of joy ; N 2 · As · As once , to gratify the god of love BEAUTIES OF POETRY.¡ +99.
... tempeftuous fea To bear you fafe ! Behold that friend in me . My active wings fhall all their force employ , And nimbly waft you to the realms of joy ; N 2 · As · As once , to gratify the god of love BEAUTIES OF POETRY.¡ +99.
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... fafe retirement to the hoftile bands ; But there the lonely bat , that shuns the day , Dwells in dull folitude ; and screaming thence Wheels the night raven fhrill , with hideous note Portending death to the dejected fwain . Each plant ...
... fafe retirement to the hoftile bands ; But there the lonely bat , that shuns the day , Dwells in dull folitude ; and screaming thence Wheels the night raven fhrill , with hideous note Portending death to the dejected fwain . Each plant ...
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... fafe beneath a shelt'ring cliff , 195 Whose mofs - grown fummit on the distant flood Projected frowns , Aurelius flood appall'd , His stunn'd ear fmote with all the thund'ring main , His eye with mountains furging to the stars , 200 ...
... fafe beneath a shelt'ring cliff , 195 Whose mofs - grown fummit on the distant flood Projected frowns , Aurelius flood appall'd , His stunn'd ear fmote with all the thund'ring main , His eye with mountains furging to the stars , 200 ...
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... fafe station'd in a secret bay , • Rough of defcent , and brown with pendent pines • That murmur'd to the gale , our bark was moor'd . We fail'd : But , O my father ! can I speak What yet remains ! Yon ocean , black with storm , It's ...
... fafe station'd in a secret bay , • Rough of defcent , and brown with pendent pines • That murmur'd to the gale , our bark was moor'd . We fail'd : But , O my father ! can I speak What yet remains ! Yon ocean , black with storm , It's ...
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... fafe . He heard no more ; The reft already known , his ev'ry sense , His full - collected foul , on her alone Was fix'd , was hung enraptur'd , while these sounds , This voice , as of an angel , pierc'd his ear . 445 · Amyntor ! O my ...
... fafe . He heard no more ; The reft already known , his ev'ry sense , His full - collected foul , on her alone Was fix'd , was hung enraptur'd , while these sounds , This voice , as of an angel , pierc'd his ear . 445 · Amyntor ! O my ...
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Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleffings blefs'd blifs bofom breaſt cauſe charms chearful cloſe crown'd death defcend defire deſpair e'en eaſe erft ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fear feas feems fenfe fhade fhall fhining fhore fhould fide fighs fight filent fing firſt fkies flain fleep flow'rs fmiles foft fome fong fons foon foothe forrow foul ftands ftill ftrain ftream fuch fweet fwell grief heart Heav'n Higham Hill himſelf juft laft laſt loft Lycon lyre magick mind moſt mourn Mufe muft muſt ne'er night numbers nymph o'er paffion pain peace plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe rage raiſe reafon reft reſt rife ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſpread ſtate ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro trembling Twas virtue weeping whofe Whoſe wiſh youth
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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!