Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, Том 1Harrison and Company, 1781 |
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... tell me of what use Are all that Africk's peopled wastes produce ? The nameless monfters of the fwarming feas , The pigmy nations wafted on the breeze ì The happy myriads , by his eyes unseen , C • That bafk in flowers , and quicken all ...
... tell me of what use Are all that Africk's peopled wastes produce ? The nameless monfters of the fwarming feas , The pigmy nations wafted on the breeze ì The happy myriads , by his eyes unseen , C • That bafk in flowers , and quicken all ...
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... tell , By Juno lov'd in vain , great Dido fell . And thus , for ever , beauty fhall controul , The faint's , the fage's , and the hero's soul . But Jove with hate beheld th ' atrocious deed , And vengeance follows with tremendous speed ...
... tell , By Juno lov'd in vain , great Dido fell . And thus , for ever , beauty fhall controul , The faint's , the fage's , and the hero's soul . But Jove with hate beheld th ' atrocious deed , And vengeance follows with tremendous speed ...
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... fraught , You lay down rules from diftant ages brought , From Holy Writ as well as Reason trac'd , : . With all the force of flow'ry periods grac'd . You You tell us , Man , tho ' ftyl'd the V 66 BEAUTIES OF POETRY .
... fraught , You lay down rules from diftant ages brought , From Holy Writ as well as Reason trac'd , : . With all the force of flow'ry periods grac'd . You You tell us , Man , tho ' ftyl'd the V 66 BEAUTIES OF POETRY .
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You tell us , Man , tho ' ftyl'd the lord of all , Is by the weaker fex ftill held in thrall , Because to One alone his vows he gives , • And still ( if juft ) to One devoted lives : • While Heav'n itself , enacting no fuch laws , Has ...
You tell us , Man , tho ' ftyl'd the lord of all , Is by the weaker fex ftill held in thrall , Because to One alone his vows he gives , • And still ( if juft ) to One devoted lives : • While Heav'n itself , enacting no fuch laws , Has ...
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... tell : He chaffer'd then , he bought , he fold , Nor once perceiv'd his growing old , Nor thought of Death as near ; His friends not falfe , his wife no fhrew , Many his gains , his children few , He pass'd his hours in peace : But ...
... tell : He chaffer'd then , he bought , he fold , Nor once perceiv'd his growing old , Nor thought of Death as near ; His friends not falfe , his wife no fhrew , Many his gains , his children few , He pass'd his hours in peace : But ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleffings blefs'd blifs bofom breaſt cauſe charms chearful cloſe crown'd death defcend defire deſpair e'en eaſe erft ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fear feas feems fenfe fhade fhall fhining fhore fhould fide fighs fight filent fing firſt fkies flain fleep flow'rs fmiles foft fome fong fons foon foothe forrow foul ftands ftill ftrain ftream fuch fweet fwell grief heart Heav'n Higham Hill himſelf juft laft laſt loft Lycon lyre magick mind moſt mourn Mufe muft muſt ne'er night numbers nymph o'er paffion pain peace plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe rage raiſe reafon reft reſt rife ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſpread ſtate ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro trembling Twas virtue weeping whofe Whoſe wiſh youth
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Страница 145 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 145 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 149 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Страница 142 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Страница 141 - 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 : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Страница 145 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Страница 147 - I fed on the smiles of my dear? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown; Alas ! where with her I have stray'd, I could wander with pleasure, alone.
Страница 142 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Страница 148 - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound : Not a beech's more beautiful green, But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields, in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold : Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold. One would think she might like to retire To the bow'r I have labour'd to rear...
Страница 442 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!