A Collection of the Most Esteemed Pieces of Poetry, that Have Appeared for Several YearsRichardson and Urquhart, 1770 - 316 страница |
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... Muses , Graces , Virtues could bestow . E'en now fond Fancy leads th ' ideal train , And ranks her troops on mem'ry's ample plain ; See ! the firm leaders of my patriot line , See ! Sidney , Raleigh , Hamden , Somers shine . See Hough ...
... Muses , Graces , Virtues could bestow . E'en now fond Fancy leads th ' ideal train , And ranks her troops on mem'ry's ample plain ; See ! the firm leaders of my patriot line , See ! Sidney , Raleigh , Hamden , Somers shine . See Hough ...
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... Muse approves , All Phæbus favours , or Minerva loves . Are these the fons my foft'ring breast must rear , , Grac'd with my name , and nurtur'd by my care ? Muft these go forth from my maternal hand To deal their insults thro ' a ...
... Muse approves , All Phæbus favours , or Minerva loves . Are these the fons my foft'ring breast must rear , , Grac'd with my name , and nurtur'd by my care ? Muft these go forth from my maternal hand To deal their insults thro ' a ...
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... muse ! Shall I such base Egyptian bondage bear , And eat my heart thro ' forrow , grief , and care ! For twice fev'n tedious years wa ride , run , Nor dare to live , or speak , or think my own ? Observe 4 Obferve with awe that fickle ...
... muse ! Shall I such base Egyptian bondage bear , And eat my heart thro ' forrow , grief , and care ! For twice fev'n tedious years wa ride , run , Nor dare to live , or speak , or think my own ? Observe 4 Obferve with awe that fickle ...
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... muse , thy tattling tongue restrain , Her sacred rites what mortal dares to tell ? She crowns the filent , leads the blabbing swain To doubts ; desires , and fears , the fev'rish lover's hell : III . 3 . Change then , sweetest nymph of ...
... muse , thy tattling tongue restrain , Her sacred rites what mortal dares to tell ? She crowns the filent , leads the blabbing swain To doubts ; desires , and fears , the fev'rish lover's hell : III . 3 . Change then , sweetest nymph of ...
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... MUSE , Nurs'd amidft the Druids old , Where Deva's wizard waters roll'd , Thou , that bear'ft the golden key To unlock eternity , Summon thy poetic guard- Britain still has many a bard , Whom , when time and death shall join T ' expand ...
... MUSE , Nurs'd amidft the Druids old , Where Deva's wizard waters roll'd , Thou , that bear'ft the golden key To unlock eternity , Summon thy poetic guard- Britain still has many a bard , Whom , when time and death shall join T ' expand ...
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Страница 16 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Страница 26 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Страница 28 - And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat ; And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Страница 50 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Страница 24 - Brood of fate, Who lap the blood of Sorrow, wait ; Who, Fear, this ghastly train can see, And look not madly wild, like thee? EPODE. In earliest Greece, to thee, with partial choice, The grief-full Muse addrest her infant tongue; The maids and matrons, on her awful voice Silent and pale in wild amazement hung.
Страница 20 - Blest was the life that royal Abbas led : Sweet was his love, and innocent his bed. What if in wealth the noble maid excel ; The simple shepherd-girl can love as well.
Страница 49 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Страница 55 - Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, ^ ^ Restored to love and thee. « Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign ; And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine? « No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Страница 16 - Death with shrieks directs their way, Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz...
Страница 29 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing ; While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.