Specimens of the British poets, Volumen2W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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... muse ! is due : This , ev'n Belinda may vouchsafe to view : Slight is the subject , but not so the praise , If she inspire , and he approve my lays . Say what strange motive , goddess ! could compel A well - bred lord to ' assault a ...
... muse ! is due : This , ev'n Belinda may vouchsafe to view : Slight is the subject , but not so the praise , If she inspire , and he approve my lays . Say what strange motive , goddess ! could compel A well - bred lord to ' assault a ...
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... Muse - she saw it upward rise , Though mark'd by none but quick poetic eyes : ( So Rome's great founder to the heav'ns withdrew , To Proculus alone confess'd in view ) A sudden star , it shot through liquid air , And drew behind a ...
... Muse - she saw it upward rise , Though mark'd by none but quick poetic eyes : ( So Rome's great founder to the heav'ns withdrew , To Proculus alone confess'd in view ) A sudden star , it shot through liquid air , And drew behind a ...
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... Muse shall consecrate to fame , And ' midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name . ELOISA TO ABELARD . ' N these deep solitudes and awful cells , IN Where heavenly - pensive contemplation dwells , And ever - musing melancholy reigns , What ...
... Muse shall consecrate to fame , And ' midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name . ELOISA TO ABELARD . ' N these deep solitudes and awful cells , IN Where heavenly - pensive contemplation dwells , And ever - musing melancholy reigns , What ...
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... whom Heav'n in wit has been profuse , Want as much more to turn it to its use ; For wit and judgment often are at strife , Though meant each other's aid , like man and wife . " Tis more to guide than spur the Muses ' C 2 ALEXANDER POPE .
... whom Heav'n in wit has been profuse , Want as much more to turn it to its use ; For wit and judgment often are at strife , Though meant each other's aid , like man and wife . " Tis more to guide than spur the Muses ' C 2 ALEXANDER POPE .
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British poets. " Tis more to guide than spur the Muses ' steed , Restrain his fury than provoke his speed : The winged ... Muse's handmaid prov'd , To dress her charms , and make her more belov'd : But following wits from that intention ...
British poets. " Tis more to guide than spur the Muses ' steed , Restrain his fury than provoke his speed : The winged ... Muse's handmaid prov'd , To dress her charms , and make her more belov'd : But following wits from that intention ...
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beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cheerful dear death delight dread dreams dydd e'er ECLOGUE Eurydice Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame Fancy fate fear flowers fond gentle glow golden reign grace grief groves hand hear heart Heav'n hour JOHN HENRY MOORE lord lov'd lyre maid maze of Fate mind MONODY morn mournful Muse Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain pale peace pensive Petrarch pity pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise pray'r pride proud rage raptures reign rills rise round sacred scene scorn shade shine sighs sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sprite strain sweet sweet oblivion sylphs tear tender Thalestris thee thine thou thought thro toil trembling Twas vale virtue wave weep wild wind wings wretch wyfe wylle wythe ynne youth
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Página 192 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Página 325 - I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
Página 239 - And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame ; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so...
Página 15 - Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar: When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow : Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus...
Página 14 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Página 189 - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can...
Página 239 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Página 188 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 221 - Condemn'da needy supplicant to wait, While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destin'd to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Página 316 - My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene, The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there I ween! November chill blaws loud wi...