Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Томове 3–4J. Bell, 1789 |
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... Fate's fair offspring born , The world's great spindle as its axle turn ; Round which eight spheres in beauteous order run , And as they turn revolving time is spun : Whose motions all things upon earth ordain , Whence revolutions date ...
... Fate's fair offspring born , The world's great spindle as its axle turn ; Round which eight spheres in beauteous order run , And as they turn revolving time is spun : Whose motions all things upon earth ordain , Whence revolutions date ...
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... birth inspire . 500 y With a sweet finger for the Muse's lyre ; To whom the gift of genius fate has given , That golden blessing of indulgent heaven ; 19 Must study music to improve his art , And through Epist . II . 39 AND DIDACTIC .
... birth inspire . 500 y With a sweet finger for the Muse's lyre ; To whom the gift of genius fate has given , That golden blessing of indulgent heaven ; 19 Must study music to improve his art , And through Epist . II . 39 AND DIDACTIC .
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... fate , And Ireland yet may be the Muses ' seat . O ! could I live to see my country shine , Our sable cliffs invite the tuneful Nine ; Those barren rocks with bays immortal smile , And Phoebus bless his once - beloved isle : With life ...
... fate , And Ireland yet may be the Muses ' seat . O ! could I live to see my country shine , Our sable cliffs invite the tuneful Nine ; Those barren rocks with bays immortal smile , And Phoebus bless his once - beloved isle : With life ...
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... fate ? Him serious toils , and humbler arts engage , To make youth easy , and provide for age ; While lost in silence hangs his useless lyre , And though from heaven it came , fast dies the sacred fire . Or grant true genius with ...
... fate ? Him serious toils , and humbler arts engage , To make youth easy , and provide for age ; While lost in silence hangs his useless lyre , And though from heaven it came , fast dies the sacred fire . Or grant true genius with ...
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... fate he feels . When , vainly frequent at the great man's board , He shares in every vice with every lord : Makes to their taste his sober sense submit , And ' gainst his reason madly arms his wit ; Heav'n but in justice turns their ...
... fate he feels . When , vainly frequent at the great man's board , He shares in every vice with every lord : Makes to their taste his sober sense submit , And ' gainst his reason madly arms his wit ; Heav'n but in justice turns their ...
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Almada Bard beams beauteous beauty behold beneath bids blest blushes boast breast breath bright charms colors coursers delight Dovedale dread e'er earth EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fire flame form'd genius give glory glow Goddess grace grove hand heart Heaven Hence heroes hills honor ibid immortal Bard Keswick lays light Lisbon live look Lord Lusiad lyre man-the mind Mount Athos Muse Muse's Nature Nature's numbers Nymphs o'er paint passions pencil plains pleas'd Poet poet's Portugal praise pride race rage reign rise river Wye rocks roll round sacred scene shade shew shine shore sight skies smile soft song soul sound spread strain stream sweet swell Tago's Tagus tears thee thou thought Thro thunder toil Twas vale verse vex'd Viriatus virtue Vitruvius voice waves wild wonder youth Zeuxis σ σ
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Страница 144 - And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill; Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burthen of threescore.
Страница 138 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own : Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease ; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ; Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam ; His first, best country ever is at home...
Страница 140 - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
Страница 144 - To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign, I turn; and France displays her bright domain. Gay, sprightly land of mirth and social ease, Pleas'd with thyself, whom all the world can please, How often have I led thy sportive choir, With tuneless pipe beside the murmuring Loire...
Страница 145 - And the weak soul, within itself unblest, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast. Hence ostentation here, with tawdry art, Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart...
Страница 142 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed; No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, To make him loath his vegetable meal; But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil. Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes...
Страница 150 - Seen opulence, her grandeur to maintain, Lead stern depopulation in her train, And over fields where scatter'd hamlets rose, In barren solitary pomp repose?
Страница 137 - Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still : Thus to my breast alternate passions rise, Pleas'd with each good that Heaven to man supplies: Yet oft a sigh prevails, and sorrows fall, To see the hoard of human bliss so small ; And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd, Where my worn soul, each wandering hope at rest, May gather bliss to see my fellows blest.
Страница 147 - Extremes are only in the master's mind ! Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Страница 142 - At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down the monarch of a shed ; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board: And haply too some pilgrim, thither led, With many a tale repays the nightly bed.