Smart, Wilkie, P. Whitehead, Fawkes, Lovibond, Harte, Langhorne, Goldsmith, Armstrong, JohnsonAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Pagina 25
... streams of lustre rise , Rise o'er the level main and signify his way- And now the joyous bard , in triumph bore , Rides the voluminous wave , and makes the wish'd for shore . Come , ye festive , social throng Who sweep the lyre , or ...
... streams of lustre rise , Rise o'er the level main and signify his way- And now the joyous bard , in triumph bore , Rides the voluminous wave , and makes the wish'd for shore . Come , ye festive , social throng Who sweep the lyre , or ...
Pagina 30
... streams Now stealing softly on , now thund'ring down In desperate cascade , with flow'rs and beasts And all the living landscape of the vale . In vain thy pencil , Claudio , or Poussin , Or thine , immortal Guido , wou'd essay Such ...
... streams Now stealing softly on , now thund'ring down In desperate cascade , with flow'rs and beasts And all the living landscape of the vale . In vain thy pencil , Claudio , or Poussin , Or thine , immortal Guido , wou'd essay Such ...
Pagina 37
... streams , yet so well fore'd They look'd like nature ; for ev'n art to her Was natural , and contrarieties Seem'd in Roxena congruous and allied . Such was she , when brisk Vortigern beheld , Ill - fated prince ! and lov'd her . She ...
... streams , yet so well fore'd They look'd like nature ; for ev'n art to her Was natural , and contrarieties Seem'd in Roxena congruous and allied . Such was she , when brisk Vortigern beheld , Ill - fated prince ! and lov'd her . She ...
Pagina 40
... streams Regardful ever of my grief , shall flow In sullen silence silverly along The weeping shores - or else accordant with My loud laments , shall ever and anon Make melancholy music to the shades , The hopland shades , that on her ...
... streams Regardful ever of my grief , shall flow In sullen silence silverly along The weeping shores - or else accordant with My loud laments , shall ever and anon Make melancholy music to the shades , The hopland shades , that on her ...
Pagina 54
... streams and zephyrs bland , And fragrant flow'rs by zephyrs fann'd , The level lawns and buxom bow'rs , Speak Nature and her works are ours . MELPOMENE . What were all your fragrant bow'rs , Splendid days , and happy hours , Spring's ...
... streams and zephyrs bland , And fragrant flow'rs by zephyrs fann'd , The level lawns and buxom bow'rs , Speak Nature and her works are ours . MELPOMENE . What were all your fragrant bow'rs , Splendid days , and happy hours , Spring's ...
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Pagina 80 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Pagina 495 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Pagina 97 - A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain. And drinking largely sobers us again.
Pagina 494 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Pagina 494 - All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron — forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread...
Pagina 494 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Pagina 502 - Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see, Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restor'd to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry 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.
Pagina 495 - Has robb'd the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green; Around the world each needful product flies, For all the luxuries the world supplies; While thus the land, adorn'd for pleasure all, In barren splendour feebly waits the fall.
Pagina 495 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Pagina 495 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.