Various Poems: The Wanderer, a Moral Poem, The Triumph of Mirth and Health, and The Bastard. To which is Prefixed a Pref., Giving Some Account of ThemJ. Turner, 1761 - 115 страница |
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... Tears . Since Evil outweighs Good , and fways Mankind , True Fortitude affumes the patient Mind : Such prov'd Meffiah's , tho ' to Suff'ring born , To Penury , Repulfe , Reproach , aud Scorn . Here Here , by the Pencil , mark his Flight ...
... Tears . Since Evil outweighs Good , and fways Mankind , True Fortitude affumes the patient Mind : Such prov'd Meffiah's , tho ' to Suff'ring born , To Penury , Repulfe , Reproach , aud Scorn . Here Here , by the Pencil , mark his Flight ...
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... Tear starts , quiv'ring , on his Eye ! - I look'd two Columns near the Wall were seen , An imag'd Beauty Stretch'd at Length between yo Near the wept Fair , her Harp Cecilia ftrung , Leaning , from high , a lift'ning Angel hung ! I ...
... Tear starts , quiv'ring , on his Eye ! - I look'd two Columns near the Wall were seen , An imag'd Beauty Stretch'd at Length between yo Near the wept Fair , her Harp Cecilia ftrung , Leaning , from high , a lift'ning Angel hung ! I ...
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... Tears upon his Eye - lid hung , - Again check'd Sounds dy'd , flutt'ring , on his Tongue . Too well his pining inmost Thought I know ! Too well e'en Silence tells the ftory'd Woe ! To his my Sighs , to his my Tears reply ! I ftray o'er ...
... Tears upon his Eye - lid hung , - Again check'd Sounds dy'd , flutt'ring , on his Tongue . Too well his pining inmost Thought I know ! Too well e'en Silence tells the ftory'd Woe ! To his my Sighs , to his my Tears reply ! I ftray o'er ...
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... Tear , And Superftition owes to Spleen her Fear ! Fantastic Lightnings , thro ' the dreary Way , In swift short Signals flash the bursting Day ! Above , beneath , acrofs , around , they fly ! A dire Deception ftrikes the mental Eye ! By ...
... Tear , And Superftition owes to Spleen her Fear ! Fantastic Lightnings , thro ' the dreary Way , In swift short Signals flash the bursting Day ! Above , beneath , acrofs , around , they fly ! A dire Deception ftrikes the mental Eye ! By ...
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... Tears ; Then preffes hard her Brow , with Mischief fraught , Her Brow half burfts with Agony of Thought ! From me ( fhe cries ) pale Wretch , thy Comfort claim , Born of Despair , and Suicide my Name ! Why Why should thy Life a Moment's ...
... Tears ; Then preffes hard her Brow , with Mischief fraught , Her Brow half burfts with Agony of Thought ! From me ( fhe cries ) pale Wretch , thy Comfort claim , Born of Despair , and Suicide my Name ! Why Why should thy Life a Moment's ...
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Abelard BASTAR behold beneath Blaze bleft bluſh Bofom Breaft bright Charms cloſe Clouds conſcious Dæmons dear defcend Deſpair diſplay divine Dunciad Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fair Fame Fancy Fate feems fhall fhine figh firſt Flame flies flow Flow'rs fmiling foft folemn fome foul ftands ftill fuch funk fweet fwell gen'rous Glory glow Goddeſs Grace Grief Heart Heav'n heav'nly Honour infpire laft lefs loft lov'd Love Luftre Mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Numbers o'er Olympia Paffion pale Phaon Pow'r Praiſe Pride purſue raiſe Raptures Rays reft RICHARD SAVAGE rife riſe Rocks rofe Sapho Scene ſcenes ſeen Seraph Shade ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhine ſhould ſhow ſmile Soul ſpeak ſpread Spring ſtand ſtill ſweet Tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou Thought thro trembling TYRCONNEL Virtue WANDERER weep whofe Whoſe wild Wind wiſh Youth
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Страница 9 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Страница 7 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Страница 9 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze...
Страница 6 - Curse on all laws but those which love has made ! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Страница 14 - Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
Страница 11 - But let heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd; Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd! Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue, Renounce my love, my life, myself — and you. Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he Alone can rival, can succeed to thee.
Страница 4 - Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains: Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn! Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep, And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep! Tho' cold like you, unmov'd and silent grown, I have not yet forgot myself to stone.
Страница 7 - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Страница 7 - Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Страница 5 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare...