Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. XIII.John Bell, 1791 - 176 pagini |
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Pagina 3
... hear , Or from the widow'd lip the scanty morsel tear : - But pass him by , the wooer mild Of Genius , friend to all , Nature's ingenuous child . Constant toil , and coarsest fare , Long indeed the village hind In silent apathy may bear ...
... hear , Or from the widow'd lip the scanty morsel tear : - But pass him by , the wooer mild Of Genius , friend to all , Nature's ingenuous child . Constant toil , and coarsest fare , Long indeed the village hind In silent apathy may bear ...
Pagina 18
... , Or , mix'd with dull Boeotia's simple swains , Protect my flocks in humble Ascra's plains , And view the sky - born sisters hail their favourite bard . Methinks I hear the Theban lyre ; I feel my 18 Ode XLIII . ODES .
... , Or , mix'd with dull Boeotia's simple swains , Protect my flocks in humble Ascra's plains , And view the sky - born sisters hail their favourite bard . Methinks I hear the Theban lyre ; I feel my 18 Ode XLIII . ODES .
Pagina 19
Vol. XIII. Methinks I hear the Theban lyre ; I feel my ravish'd soul aspire : The nymphs surround the infant boy . Already , conscious of his fame , The festive choirs their hopes proclaim , While Pan exults with uncouth signs of joy ...
Vol. XIII. Methinks I hear the Theban lyre ; I feel my ravish'd soul aspire : The nymphs surround the infant boy . Already , conscious of his fame , The festive choirs their hopes proclaim , While Pan exults with uncouth signs of joy ...
Pagina 22
... hear without the rattling 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 ...
... hear without the rattling 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 ...
Pagina 27
... hear the bleak winds loudly blow , Or the hoarse death - boding owl , Or village mastiff's wakeful howl , While through thy melancholy room A dim lamp casts an awful gloom : Thou , that on the meadow green , Or daisy'd upland , art not ...
... hear the bleak winds loudly blow , Or the hoarse death - boding owl , Or village mastiff's wakeful howl , While through thy melancholy room A dim lamp casts an awful gloom : Thou , that on the meadow green , Or daisy'd upland , art not ...
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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...