The Poetical Works of Thomas ParnellLittle, Brown, 1854 - 128 страници |
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... mortal race , And altering nature wore a sickly face ; New terms of folly rose , new states of care ; New plagues to suffer , and to please , the fair ! The days of whining , and of wild intrigues , Commenc❜d , or finish'd , with the ...
... mortal race , And altering nature wore a sickly face ; New terms of folly rose , new states of care ; New plagues to suffer , and to please , the fair ! The days of whining , and of wild intrigues , Commenc❜d , or finish'd , with the ...
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... mortal of a wretched mind , Whose sighs infect the balmy wind , Has here presumed to hide ? At this the swain , whose venturous soul No fears of magic art controul , Advanc'd in open sight ; ' Nor have I cause of dreed , ' he said ...
... mortal of a wretched mind , Whose sighs infect the balmy wind , Has here presumed to hide ? At this the swain , whose venturous soul No fears of magic art controul , Advanc'd in open sight ; ' Nor have I cause of dreed , ' he said ...
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... mortal wits to call the crabs agree , The gods have other names for things than we . Now where the jointures from their loins depend , The heroes ' tails with severing grasps they rend . Here , short of feet , depriv'd the power to fly ...
... mortal wits to call the crabs agree , The gods have other names for things than we . Now where the jointures from their loins depend , The heroes ' tails with severing grasps they rend . Here , short of feet , depriv'd the power to fly ...
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... writ ; You reach'd me Philips ' rustic strain ; Pray take your mortal bards again . Come , bind the victim , -there he lies , And here between his numerous eyes This venerable dust I lay , From manuscripts just swept 84 THE POEMS.
... writ ; You reach'd me Philips ' rustic strain ; Pray take your mortal bards again . Come , bind the victim , -there he lies , And here between his numerous eyes This venerable dust I lay , From manuscripts just swept 84 THE POEMS.
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... mortal , what it is to die . Now from yon black and funeral yew , That bathes the charnel - house with dew , Methinks I hear a voice begin ; ( Ye ravens , cease your croaking din , Ye tolling clocks , no time resound O'er the long lake ...
... mortal , what it is to die . Now from yon black and funeral yew , That bathes the charnel - house with dew , Methinks I hear a voice begin ; ( Ye ravens , cease your croaking din , Ye tolling clocks , no time resound O'er the long lake ...
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Addison ancient arms Bacchus bards beauty beneath blest blood boast bosom breast breathe business bend charms Chrysa Comus courser Cras amet crowd dame dart death deep deque divine dreadful eyes fair fame fate fear fill'd fix'd flame flies flowers fond form'd frog Gaul goddess gods grace green grove hand head heart Heaven heroes Hesiod Iliad Ipsa Jove joys king Latian Let those love light maid mice mind monarch mortal mouse Muse never lov'd night numbers numquam amavit nymph o'er Parnell Peleus PERVIGILIUM VENERIS plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet Pope praise Preluding music pride prince quique amavit race rage rais'd rise rising song round sacred scene seat shade shine shore silent sing sire skies smiles soft song soul swains sweet Swift thee thine THOMAS PARNELL thou thought thousand Tickell trembling Twas verse Whilst wind wonder youth Zoilus
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Страница 73 - Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care...
Страница 119 - A task well suited to thy gentle mind? Oh ! if sometimes thy spotless form descend : To me, thy aid, thou guardian genius, lend ! When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms, When pain distresses, or when pleasure charms, In silent whisperings purer thoughts impart, And turn from ill, a frail and feeble heart; Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before, Till bliss shall join, nor death can part us more.
Страница 98 - Go rule thy will, Bid thy wild passions all be still, Know God — and bring thy heart to know, The joys which from religion flow: Then every Grace shall prove its guest, And I'll be there to crown the rest.
Страница 93 - While through their ranks in silver pride The nether crescent seems to glide ! The slumbering breeze forgets to breathe, The lake is smooth and clear beneath, Where once again the spangled show Descends to meet our eyes below. The grounds which on the right aspire, In dimness from the view retire : The left presents a place of graves, Whose wall the silent water laves. That steeple guides thy doubtful sight Among the livid gleams of night. There pass, with melancholy state. By all the solemn heaps...
Страница 119 - I seek to soothe my care, I meet his soul, which breathes in Cato there : If pensive to the rural shades I rove, His shape o'ertakes me in the lonely grove : 'Twas there of Just and Good he...
Страница 117 - And judge, oh judge, my bosom by your own. What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verse that real woe inspires : Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart...
Страница 72 - And decks the goddess with the glitt'ring spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
Страница 97 - Ambition searches all its sphere Of pomp and state to meet thee there. Increasing avarice would find Thy presence in its gold enshrined. The bold adventurer ploughs his way Through rocks amidst the foaming sea, To gain thy love, and then perceives Thou wert not in the rocks and waves.
Страница 51 - UnskilFd in swimming, floats remote from shore. He grasps with fruitless hands to find relief, Supinely falls, and grinds his teeth with grief; Plunging he sinks, and struggling mounts again, And sinks, and strives, but strives with fate in vain. The weighty moisture clogs his hairy vest, And thus the prince his dying rage express'd. Nor thou, that fling'st me floundering from thy back, As from...
Страница 15 - ... sky; At distance I gaze, and am awed by my fears, So strangely you dazzle my eye ! ' But when, without art, Your kind thoughts you impart, When your love runs in blushes through every vein; When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart, Then I know you're a woman again.' ' There's a passion and pride In our sex...