Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. XIII.John Bell, 1791 - 176 pagini |
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... calls for all your tears ; give these , if nothing more . Warm'd his soul with genial flame In youth's gay spring was bid to rise , To pant for science , thirst for fame , And hope fair Merit's golden prize . Much he hop'd , for many a ...
... calls for all your tears ; give these , if nothing more . Warm'd his soul with genial flame In youth's gay spring was bid to rise , To pant for science , thirst for fame , And hope fair Merit's golden prize . Much he hop'd , for many a ...
Pagina 6
... Call'd home , -what Stoic pride the soul can steel , When every sinew's rack'd , and every nerve must feel ? What avails the glowing heart , The eye that glistens at distress ; The wish all blessings to impart , Or make at least a ...
... Call'd home , -what Stoic pride the soul can steel , When every sinew's rack'd , and every nerve must feel ? What avails the glowing heart , The eye that glistens at distress ; The wish all blessings to impart , Or make at least a ...
Pagina 12
... gleamings of the twilight sky . Then wilt thou still thy pensive vot'ry meet , Oft as he calls thee to this gloomy seat : For here , with solemn mystic rite , Wert thou To Silence By the Joseph Warton, D D 39 Thomas Cole.
... gleamings of the twilight sky . Then wilt thou still thy pensive vot'ry meet , Oft as he calls thee to this gloomy seat : For here , with solemn mystic rite , Wert thou To Silence By the Joseph Warton, D D 39 Thomas Cole.
Pagina 22
... storms descend , Then , stretcht along the shaggy bed , To thee , indulgent Power , they cry ; Borne on thy wings , with happier speed , The leaden - footed moments fly ; While Fancy paints Spring's visionary stores , And calls the.
... storms descend , Then , stretcht along the shaggy bed , To thee , indulgent Power , they cry ; Borne on thy wings , with happier speed , The leaden - footed moments fly ; While Fancy paints Spring's visionary stores , And calls the.
Pagina 23
Vol. XIII. While Fancy paints Spring's visionary stores , And calls the distant sun to wake the slumb'ring flow'rs . Nor yet is Sleep's supreme command Confin'd to these cold dreary plains ; O'er sultry Libya's boiling sand This ...
Vol. XIII. While Fancy paints Spring's visionary stores , And calls the distant sun to wake the slumb'ring flow'rs . Nor yet is Sleep's supreme command Confin'd to these cold dreary plains ; O'er sultry Libya's boiling sand This ...
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aether Anacreon Anytus ARGANTYR awful Behold beneath bird of night blest bloom breast breathe brow charms courser crown'd dare dark death deep dost dread drest dwell Euripides Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fear Fenris flowers fond Gimli gloomy groans grove hallow'd hand hear heart Heav'n Hence HERVOR hour JOSEPH WARTON King lyre magic maid may'st thou midnight monarch Muse Nature's ne'er never night o'er Odin Odin's pale peace pensive Petrarch plain poet's pow'r pride prodit rage raptures reclin'd reign rise round sage scene shade shine silent sleep smile soft solemn Solitude song sons sooth soul stream Surtur sweet sword thee thine THOMAS PENROSE thought thought inspires thro Tirfing toil tomb train Trifingus Twas vale Virtue's voice wave wild WILLIAM WHITEHEAD Wilt thou wings wouldst thou wretch Ymir
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Pagina 105 - Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle powers, We, who improve his golden hours, By sweet experience know, That marriage, rightly understood, Gives to the tender and the good, A paradise below.
Pagina 27 - Solitude, romantic maid ! Whether by nodding towers you tread ; Or haunt the desert's trackless gloom, Or hover o'er the yawning tomb ; Or climb the Andes' clifted side, Or by the Nile's coy source abide : Or, starting from your half-year's sleep, From Hecla view the thawing deep : Or, at the purple dawn of day, Tadmor's marble wastes survey." observing,
Pagina 104 - Though singularity and pride Be call'd our choice, we'll step aside, Nor join the giddy dance. From the gay world we'll oft retire To our own family and fire, Where love our hours employs ; No noisy neighbour enters here, No intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heart-felt joys.
Pagina 83 - WHEN in the crimson cloud of even The lingering light decays, And Hesper on the front of heaven His glittering gem displays ; Deep in the silent vale, unseen, Beside a lulling stream, A pensive youth of placid mien Indulged this tender theme : " Ye cliffs, in hoary grandeur piled High o'er the glimmering dale ; Ye woods, along whose windings wild Murmurs the solemn gale : Where Melancholy strays forlorn, And Woe retires to weep, What time the wan moon's yellow horn Gleams on the western deep :
Pagina 107 - Shall thro' the gloomy vale attend, And cheer our dying breath; Shall, when all other comforts cease, Like a kind angel whisper peace And smooth the bed of Death.
Pagina 85 - Thy shades, thy silence now be mine, Thy charms my only theme ; My haunt the hollow cliff, whose pine Waves o'er the gloomy stream. Whence the scared owl on pinions gray Breaks from the rustling boughs, And down the lone vale sails away To more profound repose.
Pagina 142 - Stately the feast, and high the cheer : Girt with many an armed peer, And canopied with golden pall, Amid Cilgarran's castle hall, Sublime in formidable state, And warlike splendour, Henry sate ; Prepar'd to stain the briny flood Of Shannon's lakes with rebel blood.
Pagina 49 - Cytherea's fading bloom, Be objects of my pray'r : Let Av'rice, Vanity, and Pride, These glitt'ring envy'd toys divide, The dull rewards of care. To me thy better gifts impart, Each moral beauty of the heart By studious thought refin'd : For Wealth, the smiles of glad content, For Pow'r, its amplest, best extent, An empire o'er my mind.
Pagina 147 - tis thine to save From dark oblivion Arthur's grave ! So may thy ships securely stem The western frith : thy diadem Shine victorious in the van, Nor heed the slings of Ulster's clan : Thy Norman pikemen win their way Up the dun rocks of Harald's bay : And from the steeps of rough Kildare Thy prancing hoofs the falcon scare : So may thy bow's unerring yew Its shafts in Roderick's heart imbrue.
Pagina 147 - E'en now he seems, with eager pace, The consecrated floor to trace, And ope, from its tremendous gloom, The treasure of the wondrous tomb...