The Muses' Bower,: Embellished with the Beauties of English Poetry, Том 1W. Plant Piercy, 1809 |
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... bosom warms ! So when the first bold vessel dar'd the seas , High on the stern the Thracian rais'd his strain , While Argo saw her kindred trees Descend from Pelion to the main . Transported demi - gods stood round , And men grew heroes ...
... bosom warms ! So when the first bold vessel dar'd the seas , High on the stern the Thracian rais'd his strain , While Argo saw her kindred trees Descend from Pelion to the main . Transported demi - gods stood round , And men grew heroes ...
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... flowers , Falling in fragrant showers , Shone on her neck , and on her bosom smil'd : Some on her mantle hung , Some in her locks were strung , Like orient gems in rings of flaming gold ; Some SIR W. 19 JONES s . . ] AN ODE OF PETRARCH .
... flowers , Falling in fragrant showers , Shone on her neck , and on her bosom smil'd : Some on her mantle hung , Some in her locks were strung , Like orient gems in rings of flaming gold ; Some SIR W. 19 JONES s . . ] AN ODE OF PETRARCH .
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... bosom flows this endless shower ? Complain no more : but hope ere long to meet Thy much - lov'd Laura in a happier seat . Here , fairer scenes detain my parted shade ; ' Suns that ne'er set , and flowers that never fade : · Through ...
... bosom flows this endless shower ? Complain no more : but hope ere long to meet Thy much - lov'd Laura in a happier seat . Here , fairer scenes detain my parted shade ; ' Suns that ne'er set , and flowers that never fade : · Through ...
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... bosom burn . Ye banks , that oft my weary limbs have borne , Ye murmuring brooks , that learnt of me to mourn ; Ye birds , that tune with me your plaintive lay ; Ye groves , where Love once taught my steps to stray ; You , ever sweet ...
... bosom burn . Ye banks , that oft my weary limbs have borne , Ye murmuring brooks , that learnt of me to mourn ; Ye birds , that tune with me your plaintive lay ; Ye groves , where Love once taught my steps to stray ; You , ever sweet ...
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... bosom from the mortal blow ? Could not your fav'ring pow'r , Aonian maids , Could not , alas ! your pow'r prolong her date , For whom so oft in these inspiring shades , Or under Campden's moss - clad mountains hoar , You open'd all your ...
... bosom from the mortal blow ? Could not your fav'ring pow'r , Aonian maids , Could not , alas ! your pow'r prolong her date , For whom so oft in these inspiring shades , Or under Campden's moss - clad mountains hoar , You open'd all your ...
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ANTISTROPHE bard beneath blest bliss bloom blow bosom bow'r bower breast breathe brow charms cheer coursers dear death delight drest Dryad Eurydice Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair Fancy fate flow flowers of Spring gale gloom glow Goddess grace Greece green grove hail hand haste haunt hear heart Heav'n IBID laughing wild lonely lov'd lyre maid mead melt mind MONODY morn mourn Muse Muse's Naiad nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain pale peace pensive Petrarch Pindar Pindus pity plain pleasure pow'r rage reign rill round rove sacred scene shade sigh sing skies smile soft solemn song soon the flowers sooth sorrow soul sound Spring will fade strain stream swain sweet Taliessin tear tender Thebes thee thou thro throne Timotheus toil trembling tuneful vale wakeful eye warble wave wild winds wing youth
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Страница 115 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Страница 13 - A present deity ! they shout around : A present deity ! the vaulted roofs rebound : With ravished ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god; Affects to nod And seems to shake the spheres.
Страница 115 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Страница 240 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Страница 114 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Страница 224 - 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 120 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, no Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride; And if aught else great bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of tourneys and of trophies hung, Of forests and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Страница 116 - But, hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's...
Страница 226 - Shame that skulks behind; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visaged comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high To bitter Scorn a sacrifice And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try And hard Unkindness...
Страница 235 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.