Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 - 459 страници |
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... flow the waves , the zephyrs gently play , Belinda smil'd , and all the world was gay . All but the sylph - with careful thoughts opprest , The ' impending woe sat heavy on his breast . He summons straight his denizens of air ; The ...
... flow the waves , the zephyrs gently play , Belinda smil'd , and all the world was gay . All but the sylph - with careful thoughts opprest , The ' impending woe sat heavy on his breast . He summons straight his denizens of air ; The ...
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... flow . Then see ! the nymph in beauteous grief appears , Her eyes half - languishing , half drown'd in tears ; On her heav'd bosom hung her drooping head , Which with a sigh she rais'd , and thus she said : ' For ever curs'd be this ...
... flow . Then see ! the nymph in beauteous grief appears , Her eyes half - languishing , half drown'd in tears ; On her heav'd bosom hung her drooping head , Which with a sigh she rais'd , and thus she said : ' For ever curs'd be this ...
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... stubborn pulse restrain , Nor tears for ages taught to flow in vain . Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose , That well - known name awakens all my woes . Oh name for ever sad ! for ever dear ! 22 ALEXANDER POPE . Eloisa to Abelard.
... stubborn pulse restrain , Nor tears for ages taught to flow in vain . Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose , That well - known name awakens all my woes . Oh name for ever sad ! for ever dear ! 22 ALEXANDER POPE . Eloisa to Abelard.
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... flow'r , and darkens every green , Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , And breathes a browner horror on the woods . Yet here for ever , ever must I stay ; Sad proof how well a lover can obey ! Death , only death , can break the ...
... flow'r , and darkens every green , Deepens the murmur of the falling floods , And breathes a browner horror on the woods . Yet here for ever , ever must I stay ; Sad proof how well a lover can obey ! Death , only death , can break the ...
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... flow ; Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n , And mild as opening gleams of promis'd heav'n . Come , Abelard ! for what hast thou to dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature stands check'd ; Religion disapproves ...
... flow ; Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n , And mild as opening gleams of promis'd heav'n . Come , Abelard ! for what hast thou to dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature stands check'd ; Religion disapproves ...
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Страница 257 - But where to find that happiest spot below, Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? 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...
Страница 246 - Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters, to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.
Страница 82 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Страница 183 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No withered witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew!
Страница 365 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Страница 420 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same.
Страница 271 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Страница 220 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Страница 270 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt, at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all...
Страница 273 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.