Poems, by Somerville, Pattison, Savage, Broome, and Swift, Броеве 80–81 |
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... feel thy smart , and all thy sorrows double in my heart : far from my breast , ye scenes of war ! remove , far from my breast , be every scene but love ; soft rising thoughts as when , in Woodstock - bowers , joyful , we lov'd away the ...
... feel thy smart , and all thy sorrows double in my heart : far from my breast , ye scenes of war ! remove , far from my breast , be every scene but love ; soft rising thoughts as when , in Woodstock - bowers , joyful , we lov'd away the ...
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... feel the traitor melt around my heart , and through my veins with treach'rous influence dart ! Inspire me , Heaven ! assist me , grace divine ! aid me , ye saints ! unknown to crimes like mine ! you , while on earth , all pangs severe ...
... feel the traitor melt around my heart , and through my veins with treach'rous influence dart ! Inspire me , Heaven ! assist me , grace divine ! aid me , ye saints ! unknown to crimes like mine ! you , while on earth , all pangs severe ...
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... feel your bosom rise , nor tears , refin'd fall contrite from your eyes : if still thy heart thy wonted passions move , and thy tongue promps thy tender soul to love ; deaf to the weak essays of living breath , attend the stronger ...
... feel your bosom rise , nor tears , refin'd fall contrite from your eyes : if still thy heart thy wonted passions move , and thy tongue promps thy tender soul to love ; deaf to the weak essays of living breath , attend the stronger ...
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... feel the symtoms of a flame I dare not tell ; think , then , you hear your suppliant lover sigh , but generously , more than see him die ; and if you kindly listen to his pain , successful Waller has not sung in vain . EFFIGIES AUTHORIS ...
... feel the symtoms of a flame I dare not tell ; think , then , you hear your suppliant lover sigh , but generously , more than see him die ; and if you kindly listen to his pain , successful Waller has not sung in vain . EFFIGIES AUTHORIS ...
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... feels not these wintry blasts , nor heeds my smart ; but shuts me from the shelter of her heart ? saw me expos'd to want ! to shame ! to scorn ! to ills ! which make it misery to be born ! cast me , regardless , on the world's bleak ...
... feels not these wintry blasts , nor heeds my smart ; but shuts me from the shelter of her heart ? saw me expos'd to want ! to shame ! to scorn ! to ills ! which make it misery to be born ! cast me , regardless , on the world's bleak ...
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amid Bangorian controversy BAUCIS AND PHILEMON beauty beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath Cadenus call'd charms crimes Dean dear death deep delight divine e'er earth ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fate fire fix'd flame fortune frown grace grief grove hear heart heaven honour Idless JANE WARTON kind lady light live Lord Lord Cornwallis mattadore melt mind mother muse MUSIDORA nature nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Ovid pain pale saints Pallas passion peace Philomela pity pleasure poet poison'd praise pride queen rage rapture red vengeance rise Rosamonda round Savage scene scorn shade sigh sing smile soft song sorrows soul Southdean Spring Stella strains streams sweet swelling Swift tears tempest tender thee thine thou thought toil truth Vanessa verses virtue wild William Broome winds wing woes wretched youth
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Страница 67 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Страница 67 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Страница 20 - Up springs the lark, Shrill-voiced, and loud, the messenger of morn; Ere yet the shadows fly, he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations.
Страница 77 - See here thy pictured life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
Страница 65 - Father of light and life, thou Good Supreme ! O teach me what is good ; teach me Thyself! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit; and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure; Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss...
Страница 37 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Страница 14 - E'er plough'd for him. They too are temper'd high, With hunger stung and wild necessity, Nor lodges pity in their shaggy breast. But Man, whom Nature form'd of milder clay, With every kind emotion in his heart, And taught alone to weep ; while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies, herbs, And fruits, as...
Страница 66 - Smoothed up with snow; and, what is land unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
Страница 44 - Cadenus many things had writ ; Vanessa much esteem'd his wit, And call'd for his Poetic Works ; Meantime the boy in secret lurks. And, while the book was in her hand, The urchin from his private stand Took aim, and shot with all his strength A dart of such prodigious length, It pierc'd the feeble volume through, And deep transtixM her bosom too.
Страница 53 - But what success Vanessa met Is to the world a secret yet. Whether the nymph, to please her swain, Talks in a high romantic strain; Or whether he at last descends To act with less seraphic ends; Or, to compound the business, whether They temper love and books together; Must never to mankind be told, Nor shall the conscious Muse unfold.