A Collection of the Most Esteemed Pieces of Poetry, that Have Appeared for Several YearsRichardson and Urquhart, 1770 - 316 страница |
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... whose dangerous path we try'd ! And last this lofty mountain's weary side ! Асів . Weak as thou art , yet hapless must thou know The toils of fight , or some feverer woe ! Still as I hafte , the Tartar shouts behind , And shrieks and ...
... whose dangerous path we try'd ! And last this lofty mountain's weary side ! Асів . Weak as thou art , yet hapless must thou know The toils of fight , or some feverer woe ! Still as I hafte , the Tartar shouts behind , And shrieks and ...
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... Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the best . They would have thought , who heard the strain , They saw in Tempe's vale her native maids , Amidst the festal sounding shades , To fome unwearied minstrel dancing , While , as his flying ...
... Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the best . They would have thought , who heard the strain , They saw in Tempe's vale her native maids , Amidst the festal sounding shades , To fome unwearied minstrel dancing , While , as his flying ...
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... whose fat corpfe the foul fupinely lies , Snug at her cafe , and wondrous loth to rife ! 1 F. Friend , friend , you're warm - why this is downright spleen , You flout the fat , because yourself are lean : Yet laugh to fee behind the ...
... whose fat corpfe the foul fupinely lies , Snug at her cafe , and wondrous loth to rife ! 1 F. Friend , friend , you're warm - why this is downright spleen , You flout the fat , because yourself are lean : Yet laugh to fee behind the ...
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... Whose fiery glance the loathfome den pervades , Where vice , and foul corruption fculk in fhades True to his king , and to the public juft , No dupe to paffion , and no slave to luft ; Whom all the good revere , the vile abuse , A ...
... Whose fiery glance the loathfome den pervades , Where vice , and foul corruption fculk in fhades True to his king , and to the public juft , No dupe to paffion , and no slave to luft ; Whom all the good revere , the vile abuse , A ...
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... whose craggy brow Nature's lawless tenants feed , Bufhy dells , and streams , that flow Thro ' the vi'let - purpled mead , Delight ; thy breath exalts the rich perfumes , That brooding o'er embalm the bean - flow'r field , Beyond Sabean ...
... whose craggy brow Nature's lawless tenants feed , Bufhy dells , and streams , that flow Thro ' the vi'let - purpled mead , Delight ; thy breath exalts the rich perfumes , That brooding o'er embalm the bean - flow'r field , Beyond Sabean ...
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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.