The Muses' Bower,: Embellished with the Beauties of English Poetry, Том 1W. Plant Piercy, 1809 |
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... head . Thy numbers , Jealousy , to nought were fix'd ; Sad proof of thy distressful state ! Of differing themes the veering song was mix'd ; And now it courted Love , now raving call'd on Hate . With eyes up - rais'd , as one inspir'd ...
... head . Thy numbers , Jealousy , to nought were fix'd ; Sad proof of thy distressful state ! Of differing themes the veering song was mix'd ; And now it courted Love , now raving call'd on Hate . With eyes up - rais'd , as one inspir'd ...
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... head , Morpheus rouses from his bed , Sloth unfolds her arms and wakes , List'ning Envy drops her snakes ; Intestine war no more our Passions wage , And giddy Factions hear away their rage . But when our country's cause provokes to arms ...
... head , Morpheus rouses from his bed , Sloth unfolds her arms and wakes , List'ning Envy drops her snakes ; Intestine war no more our Passions wage , And giddy Factions hear away their rage . But when our country's cause provokes to arms ...
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... heads . By the streams that ever flow , By the fragrant winds that blow O'er th ' Elysian flow'rs ; By those happy souls who dwell In yellow meads of Asphodel , Or Amaranthine bow'rs ; By the heroes ' armed shades , Glitt'ring thro ...
... heads . By the streams that ever flow , By the fragrant winds that blow O'er th ' Elysian flow'rs ; By those happy souls who dwell In yellow meads of Asphodel , Or Amaranthine bow'rs ; By the heroes ' armed shades , Glitt'ring thro ...
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... head ; As awak'd from the dead , And amaz'd , he stares around . Revenge , revenge ! Timotheus cries , See the furies arise ; See the snakes , that they rear , How they hiss in the air , And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ...
... head ; As awak'd from the dead , And amaz'd , he stares around . Revenge , revenge ! Timotheus cries , See the furies arise ; See the snakes , that they rear , How they hiss in the air , And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ...
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... head : The shrubs revive in vallies , meads , and bowers , And every stalk is diadem'd with flowers ; In silken robes each hillock stands array'd . Be gay : too soon the flowers of Spring will fade . Clear drops , each morn , impearl ...
... head : The shrubs revive in vallies , meads , and bowers , And every stalk is diadem'd with flowers ; In silken robes each hillock stands array'd . Be gay : too soon the flowers of Spring will fade . Clear drops , each morn , impearl ...
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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.