Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. XIII.John Bell, 1791 - 176 страници |
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... death - boding owl , Or village mastiff's wakeful howl , While through thy melancholy room A dim lamp casts an awful gloom : Thou , that on the meadow green , Or daisy'd upland , art not seen , But wandering by the dusky nooks , And the ...
... death - boding owl , Or village mastiff's wakeful howl , While through thy melancholy room A dim lamp casts an awful gloom : Thou , that on the meadow green , Or daisy'd upland , art not seen , But wandering by the dusky nooks , And the ...
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... . You gave the Cean's tears to flow , And unlock'd the springs of woe ; You penn'd what exil'd Naso thought , And pour'd the melancholy note . With Petrarch o'er Valcluse you stray'd , When Death snatch'd go Ode XLVI . ODES .
... . You gave the Cean's tears to flow , And unlock'd the springs of woe ; You penn'd what exil'd Naso thought , And pour'd the melancholy note . With Petrarch o'er Valcluse you stray'd , When Death snatch'd go Ode XLVI . ODES .
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... Death snatch'd his long - lov'd maid ; You taught the rocks her loss to mourn , You strew'd with flow'rs her virgin urn . And late in Hagley you were seen , With blood - shed eyes , and sombre mien , Hymen his yellow vestment tore , And ...
... Death snatch'd his long - lov'd maid ; You taught the rocks her loss to mourn , You strew'd with flow'rs her virgin urn . And late in Hagley you were seen , With blood - shed eyes , and sombre mien , Hymen his yellow vestment tore , And ...
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... Death and nun - clad Sorrow dwell , And nightly ring the solemn knell . The gloom dispels , the charnel smiles , Light flashes through the vaulted isles . Blow silky soft , thou western gale , O goddess of the desert , hail ! She bursts ...
... Death and nun - clad Sorrow dwell , And nightly ring the solemn knell . The gloom dispels , the charnel smiles , Light flashes through the vaulted isles . Blow silky soft , thou western gale , O goddess of the desert , hail ! She bursts ...
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... death's head flag , unfurl'd to view , Waves ghastly ; and a sable crew Gaze from the deck , and seem to wait , Dash'd down the pointed rocks , the rash unfortunate . Mine be the low and level way , Amid the quiet vale to stray . Safe ...
... death's head flag , unfurl'd to view , Waves ghastly ; and a sable crew Gaze from the deck , and seem to wait , Dash'd down the pointed rocks , the rash unfortunate . Mine be the low and level way , Amid the quiet vale to stray . Safe ...
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aether Anacreon Anytus ARGANTYR awful Behold beneath bird of night blest bloom breast breathe brow charms courser crown'd dare dark death deep dost dread drest dwell Euripides Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fear Fenris flowers fond Gimli gloomy groans grove hallow'd hand hear heart Heav'n Hence HERVOR hour JOSEPH WARTON King lyre magic maid may'st thou midnight monarch Muse Nature's ne'er never night o'er Odin Odin's pale peace pensive Petrarch plain poet's pow'r pride prodit rage raptures reclin'd reign rise round sage scene shade shine silent sleep smile soft solemn Solitude song sons sooth soul stream Surtur sweet sword thee thine THOMAS PENROSE thought thought inspires thro Tirfing toil tomb train Trifingus Twas vale Virtue's voice wave wild WILLIAM WHITEHEAD Wilt thou wings wouldst thou wretch Ymir
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Страница 105 - Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle powers, We, who improve his golden hours, By sweet experience know, That marriage, rightly understood, Gives to the tender and the good, A paradise below.
Страница 27 - Solitude, romantic maid ! Whether by nodding towers you tread ; Or haunt the desert's trackless gloom, Or hover o'er the yawning tomb ; Or climb the Andes' clifted side, Or by the Nile's coy source abide : Or, starting from your half-year's sleep, From Hecla view the thawing deep : Or, at the purple dawn of day, Tadmor's marble wastes survey." observing,
Страница 104 - Though singularity and pride Be call'd our choice, we'll step aside, Nor join the giddy dance. From the gay world we'll oft retire To our own family and fire, Where love our hours employs ; No noisy neighbour enters here, No intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heart-felt joys.
Страница 83 - WHEN in the crimson cloud of even The lingering light decays, And Hesper on the front of heaven His glittering gem displays ; Deep in the silent vale, unseen, Beside a lulling stream, A pensive youth of placid mien Indulged this tender theme : " Ye cliffs, in hoary grandeur piled High o'er the glimmering dale ; Ye woods, along whose windings wild Murmurs the solemn gale : Where Melancholy strays forlorn, And Woe retires to weep, What time the wan moon's yellow horn Gleams on the western deep :
Страница 107 - Shall thro' the gloomy vale attend, And cheer our dying breath; Shall, when all other comforts cease, Like a kind angel whisper peace And smooth the bed of Death.
Страница 85 - Thy shades, thy silence now be mine, Thy charms my only theme ; My haunt the hollow cliff, whose pine Waves o'er the gloomy stream. Whence the scared owl on pinions gray Breaks from the rustling boughs, And down the lone vale sails away To more profound repose.
Страница 142 - Stately the feast, and high the cheer : Girt with many an armed peer, And canopied with golden pall, Amid Cilgarran's castle hall, Sublime in formidable state, And warlike splendour, Henry sate ; Prepar'd to stain the briny flood Of Shannon's lakes with rebel blood.
Страница 49 - Cytherea's fading bloom, Be objects of my pray'r : Let Av'rice, Vanity, and Pride, These glitt'ring envy'd toys divide, The dull rewards of care. To me thy better gifts impart, Each moral beauty of the heart By studious thought refin'd : For Wealth, the smiles of glad content, For Pow'r, its amplest, best extent, An empire o'er my mind.
Страница 147 - tis thine to save From dark oblivion Arthur's grave ! So may thy ships securely stem The western frith : thy diadem Shine victorious in the van, Nor heed the slings of Ulster's clan : Thy Norman pikemen win their way Up the dun rocks of Harald's bay : And from the steeps of rough Kildare Thy prancing hoofs the falcon scare : So may thy bow's unerring yew Its shafts in Roderick's heart imbrue.
Страница 147 - E'en now he seems, with eager pace, The consecrated floor to trace, And ope, from its tremendous gloom, The treasure of the wondrous tomb...