Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. X.John Bell, 1789 - 192 страници |
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... fair mother's fairest son , Shines with a steady unconsuming sheen ; Not fierce , yet bright , coldness and rage between . The backs of lyons fellonest he strod ; And lyons tamely did themselves amene ; On nature's wild full sov'reignly ...
... fair mother's fairest son , Shines with a steady unconsuming sheen ; Not fierce , yet bright , coldness and rage between . The backs of lyons fellonest he strod ; And lyons tamely did themselves amene ; On nature's wild full sov'reignly ...
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... fair and wise ; And rage , at Cupid's misconceiv'd false dealing : Various the gusts , but , all one way impelling , She plung'd into the bosom of the tree , And snatch'd the rose , ne dreaded pain or quelling . Off drops the snake ...
... fair and wise ; And rage , at Cupid's misconceiv'd false dealing : Various the gusts , but , all one way impelling , She plung'd into the bosom of the tree , And snatch'd the rose , ne dreaded pain or quelling . Off drops the snake ...
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... fair A shepherd Youth remark'd , as o'er the plain She deffly pac'd elong so debonair : Seem'd she as one of Dian's chosen train . Full many a fond excuse he knew to feign , In sweet converse to while with her the day , ' Till love ...
... fair A shepherd Youth remark'd , as o'er the plain She deffly pac'd elong so debonair : Seem'd she as one of Dian's chosen train . Full many a fond excuse he knew to feign , In sweet converse to while with her the day , ' Till love ...
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... fair , Forelore , the houseless child of Misery , Expos'd to killing cold , and pinching penury . XIII . Ah ! whither now shall sad Pastora wend , To want abandon'd and by wrongs opprest ? Who shall the wretched out - cast's teen ...
... fair , Forelore , the houseless child of Misery , Expos'd to killing cold , and pinching penury . XIII . Ah ! whither now shall sad Pastora wend , To want abandon'd and by wrongs opprest ? Who shall the wretched out - cast's teen ...
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... fair than Venus ' dove , For you alone I tune my humble lyre ; Adopt me , Nymphs , receive me in your quire , Make me your bard ; for that is all my care : Then shall I envy not that aged sire , Who doth for court his annual song ...
... fair than Venus ' dove , For you alone I tune my humble lyre ; Adopt me , Nymphs , receive me in your quire , Make me your bard ; for that is all my care : Then shall I envy not that aged sire , Who doth for court his annual song ...
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Страница 127 - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose ! Can Passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.
Страница 106 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene. In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on. ocean-wave serene The southern sun diffused his dazzling...
Страница 100 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven I X.
Страница 113 - O Nature, how in every charm supreme ! Whose votaries feast on raptures ever new ! O for the voice and fire of seraphim, To sing thy glories with devotion due ! Blest be the day I 'scaped the wrangling crew. From Pyrrho's maze, and Epicurus...
Страница 130 - Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome, Where night and desolation ever frown. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down ; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrown, Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave. And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
Страница 138 - Sweet were your shades, O ye primeval groves ! Whose boughs to man his food and shelter lent, Pure in his pleasures, happy in his loves, His eye still smiling, and his heart content. Then, hand in hand, health, sport, and labour went. Nature supply'd the wish she taught to crave.
Страница 115 - O cruel ! will no pang of pity pierce That heart, by lust of lucre sear'd to stone ? For sure, if aught of virtue last, or verse, To latest times shall tender souls bemoan Those hopeless orphan-babes by thy fell arts undone.
Страница 97 - I who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar...
Страница 148 - Warbling at will through each harmonious maze, Was taught to modulate the artful strain, I fain would sing : — but ah ! I strive in vain. Sighs from a breaking heart my voice confound . With trembling step, to join yon weeping train , I haste, where gleams funereal glare around, And, mix'd with shrieks of woe, the knells of death resound. LXII. Adieu, ye lays, that Fancy's flowers adorn, The soft amusement of the vacant mind...
Страница 123 - OF chance or change, 0 let not man complain, Else shall he never, never cease to wail ; For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain Rears the lone cottage in the silent dale, All feel the assault of Fortune's fickle gale...