Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. X.John Bell, 1789 - 192 páginas |
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... Round him in sweet accord the Seasons play With fruites and blossoms meint , in goodly gree ; And dancing hand in hand rejoice the lea . Sick gardens now no mortal wight can see , Ne mote they in my simple verse descriven be . II . The ...
... Round him in sweet accord the Seasons play With fruites and blossoms meint , in goodly gree ; And dancing hand in hand rejoice the lea . Sick gardens now no mortal wight can see , Ne mote they in my simple verse descriven be . II . The ...
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... I ween the wanton Queen of love , All buxom as the waves from whence she rose , With her twin sons , who idly round her rove , One Eros hight , the other Anteros ; Albeit brothers , different as foes : This sated , POEMS IN THE Poem 1.
... I ween the wanton Queen of love , All buxom as the waves from whence she rose , With her twin sons , who idly round her rove , One Eros hight , the other Anteros ; Albeit brothers , different as foes : This sated , POEMS IN THE Poem 1.
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... round and round To find unguarded pass , hopeless to leap the mound . XXI . As on the margin of a stream he stood , Slow rolling from that paradise within , A snake's out - case untenanted he view'd : Seizing the spoil , albe it ...
... round and round To find unguarded pass , hopeless to leap the mound . XXI . As on the margin of a stream he stood , Slow rolling from that paradise within , A snake's out - case untenanted he view'd : Seizing the spoil , albe it ...
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... round ; The clatt'ring thunders crash , and earthquakes rock the ground . XLI . Then arming with a killing frown her brow ; " Die , poor Unhappy ! " - Cupid suppliant broke Th ' unfinish'd sentence ; and with dueful bow Beg'd her to ...
... round ; The clatt'ring thunders crash , and earthquakes rock the ground . XLI . Then arming with a killing frown her brow ; " Die , poor Unhappy ! " - Cupid suppliant broke Th ' unfinish'd sentence ; and with dueful bow Beg'd her to ...
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... round and round they roll . XLIX . Th ' inclement Airs bind up the sluggish soil ; The sluggish Soil the toilsome hand requires ; Yet thankless pays with sour harsh fruits the toil ; Ne willing yields , but ragged thorns and briers ...
... round and round they roll . XLIX . Th ' inclement Airs bind up the sluggish soil ; The sluggish Soil the toilsome hand requires ; Yet thankless pays with sour harsh fruits the toil ; Ne willing yields , but ragged thorns and briers ...
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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...