Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. XIII.John Bell, 1791 - 176 pagini |
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Pagina 20
... wake each tender feeling of the soul , And deck instruction in the pleasing charms of song . With patriot ardor I behold The mirthful Muse for freedom bold ; Tho ' chaste , severe ; tho ' poignant , sweet ; For long uncertain where to ...
... wake each tender feeling of the soul , And deck instruction in the pleasing charms of song . With patriot ardor I behold The mirthful Muse for freedom bold ; Tho ' chaste , severe ; tho ' poignant , sweet ; For long uncertain where to ...
Pagina 23
... 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 universal monarch reigns ; And where with heat the sable Indians glow , While streams of light ...
... 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 universal monarch reigns ; And where with heat the sable Indians glow , While streams of light ...
Pagina 24
... wake thy cruel fate to moan , To curse th ' insatiate thirst of gain , And proud Iberia's bloody son ! Old India's genius wept o'er millions slain , And streams of gore ran foaming to the main . But why to tragic scenes like these Wilt ...
... wake thy cruel fate to moan , To curse th ' insatiate thirst of gain , And proud Iberia's bloody son ! Old India's genius wept o'er millions slain , And streams of gore ran foaming to the main . But why to tragic scenes like these Wilt ...
Pagina 32
... Wake you with her solemn strain , And teach pleas'd Echo to complain . With you roses brighter bloom , Sweeter every sweet perfume , Purer every fountain flows , Stronger every wilding grows .. Let those toil for gold who please , Or ...
... Wake you with her solemn strain , And teach pleas'd Echo to complain . With you roses brighter bloom , Sweeter every sweet perfume , Purer every fountain flows , Stronger every wilding grows .. Let those toil for gold who please , Or ...
Pagina 104
... balmy power ; While no terrific dreams dispel The slumbers of the sober hour ; Which oft , array'd in darkness drear , Wake the wild eye of pride to fear . Content with all a farm would yield , Thus SIDON's 104 Ode XII . ODES .
... balmy power ; While no terrific dreams dispel The slumbers of the sober hour ; Which oft , array'd in darkness drear , Wake the wild eye of pride to fear . Content with all a farm would yield , Thus SIDON's 104 Ode XII . ODES .
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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...