Specimens of the British poets, Том 2W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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... round thee fly , The light militia of the lower sky : These , though unseen , are ever on the wing , Hang o'er the box , and hover round the ring . Think what an equipage thou hast in air , And view with scorn two pages and a chair . As ...
... round thee fly , The light militia of the lower sky : These , though unseen , are ever on the wing , Hang o'er the box , and hover round the ring . Think what an equipage thou hast in air , And view with scorn two pages and a chair . As ...
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... round the sails repair : Soft o'er the shrouds aërial whispers breathe , That seem'd but zephyrs to the train beneath . Some to the sun their insect - wings unfold , Waft on the breeze , or sink in clouds of gold ; Transparent forms too ...
... round the sails repair : Soft o'er the shrouds aërial whispers breathe , That seem'd but zephyrs to the train beneath . Some to the sun their insect - wings unfold , Waft on the breeze , or sink in clouds of gold ; Transparent forms too ...
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... round ; On shining altars of japan they raise The silver lamp ; the fiery spirits blaze : From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide , While China's earth receives the smoking tide : At once they gratify their scent and taste , And ...
... round ; On shining altars of japan they raise The silver lamp ; the fiery spirits blaze : From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide , While China's earth receives the smoking tide : At once they gratify their scent and taste , And ...
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... round unthinking face , He first the snuff - box open'd , then the case , And thus broke out- My lord , why , what the devil ! 2 - ds ! damn the lock ! ' fore Gad , you must be civil ! Plague on't ! ' tis past a jest - nay 16 ALEXANDER ...
... round unthinking face , He first the snuff - box open'd , then the case , And thus broke out- My lord , why , what the devil ! 2 - ds ! damn the lock ! ' fore Gad , you must be civil ! Plague on't ! ' tis past a jest - nay 16 ALEXANDER ...
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... round our coaches crowd the white - glov'd beaux ? Why bows the side - box from its inmost rows ? How vain are all these glories , all our pains , Unless good sense preserve what beauty gains ; That men may say , when we the front - box ...
... round our coaches crowd the white - glov'd beaux ? Why bows the side - box from its inmost rows ? How vain are all these glories , all our pains , Unless good sense preserve what beauty gains ; That men may say , when we the front - box ...
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Страница 192 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Страница 325 - I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
Страница 239 - And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame ; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so...
Страница 15 - Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar: When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow : Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus...
Страница 14 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Страница 189 - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can...
Страница 239 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Страница 188 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 221 - Condemn'da needy supplicant to wait, While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destin'd to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Страница 316 - My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene, The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there I ween! November chill blaws loud wi...