Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. X.John Bell, 1789 - 192 páginas |
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... deep'd the heben ore it lac'd ; The gold , that peep'd atween and then withdrew , Gave lustre to them both , and charm'd the wond'ring view . IX . It seem'd like arras , wrought with cunning skill , Where kindly meddle colors , light ...
... deep'd the heben ore it lac'd ; The gold , that peep'd atween and then withdrew , Gave lustre to them both , and charm'd the wond'ring view . IX . It seem'd like arras , wrought with cunning skill , Where kindly meddle colors , light ...
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... now a grass - grown field , That long withstood the force of Grecian might ; And castles fall though deep in earth empight ; Ne ought so strong is found but what may fail , The sun at last shall lose his glorious light ,
... now a grass - grown field , That long withstood the force of Grecian might ; And castles fall though deep in earth empight ; Ne ought so strong is found but what may fail , The sun at last shall lose his glorious light ,
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... Deep in the ruin'd dome or dusky wood ; And beasts and birds fast lock'd in slumber lye , Save the fell bat , that flutters out for food , And the soothsaying owl , with her unlovely brood . CANTO II . The Squire he lights on Bon - Poem ...
... Deep in the ruin'd dome or dusky wood ; And beasts and birds fast lock'd in slumber lye , Save the fell bat , that flutters out for food , And the soothsaying owl , with her unlovely brood . CANTO II . The Squire he lights on Bon - Poem ...
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... Ne wrinkle deep was on his forehead seen , But jovisaunce sat basking on his brow , At every word he spoke , he smil'd at - ween , His temples were ycrown'd with myrtle bough , And virelays Poem III . 53 STANZA OF SPENSER . 53.
... Ne wrinkle deep was on his forehead seen , But jovisaunce sat basking on his brow , At every word he spoke , he smil'd at - ween , His temples were ycrown'd with myrtle bough , And virelays Poem III . 53 STANZA OF SPENSER . 53.
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... deep - read in sorrow's baleful book , The Squire exclaim'd , areed thy burning smart ; Our dolors grow more light when we the tale im- part . " XXVII . To whom the swain reply'd , " O gentle Youth , Yon fruitful meads my num'rous herds ...
... deep - read in sorrow's baleful book , The Squire exclaim'd , areed thy burning smart ; Our dolors grow more light when we the tale im- part . " XXVII . To whom the swain reply'd , " O gentle Youth , Yon fruitful meads my num'rous herds ...
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Página 127 - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose ! Can Passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.
Página 106 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene. In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on. ocean-wave serene The southern sun diffused his dazzling...
Página 100 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven I X.
Página 113 - O Nature, how in every charm supreme ! Whose votaries feast on raptures ever new ! O for the voice and fire of seraphim, To sing thy glories with devotion due ! Blest be the day I 'scaped the wrangling crew. From Pyrrho's maze, and Epicurus...
Página 130 - Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome, Where night and desolation ever frown. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down ; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrown, Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave. And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
Página 138 - Sweet were your shades, O ye primeval groves ! Whose boughs to man his food and shelter lent, Pure in his pleasures, happy in his loves, His eye still smiling, and his heart content. Then, hand in hand, health, sport, and labour went. Nature supply'd the wish she taught to crave.
Página 115 - O cruel ! will no pang of pity pierce That heart, by lust of lucre sear'd to stone ? For sure, if aught of virtue last, or verse, To latest times shall tender souls bemoan Those hopeless orphan-babes by thy fell arts undone.
Página 97 - I who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar...
Página 148 - Warbling at will through each harmonious maze, Was taught to modulate the artful strain, I fain would sing : — but ah ! I strive in vain. Sighs from a breaking heart my voice confound . With trembling step, to join yon weeping train , I haste, where gleams funereal glare around, And, mix'd with shrieks of woe, the knells of death resound. LXII. Adieu, ye lays, that Fancy's flowers adorn, The soft amusement of the vacant mind...
Página 123 - OF chance or change, 0 let not man complain, Else shall he never, never cease to wail ; For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain Rears the lone cottage in the silent dale, All feel the assault of Fortune's fickle gale...