The Muses' Bower,: Embellished with the Beauties of English Poetry, Volumen1W. Plant Piercy, 1809 |
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... flow , By the fragrant winds that blow O'er th ' Elysian flow'rs ; By those happy souls who dwell In yellow meads of Asphodel , Or Amaranthine bow'rs ; By the heroes ' armed shades , Glitt'ring thro ' the gloomy glades ; By the youths ...
... flow , By the fragrant winds that blow O'er th ' Elysian flow'rs ; By those happy souls who dwell In yellow meads of Asphodel , Or Amaranthine bow'rs ; By the heroes ' armed shades , Glitt'ring thro ' the gloomy glades ; By the youths ...
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... flow'r of youth and beauty's pride . Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the brave , None but the brave , None but the brave deserves the fair .. Timotheus , placed on high Amid the tuneful quire , Alexander's Feast.
... flow'r of youth and beauty's pride . Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the brave , None but the brave , None but the brave deserves the fair .. Timotheus , placed on high Amid the tuneful quire , Alexander's Feast.
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... flow . The mighty master smil'd , to see That love was in the next degree : " Twas but a kindred sound to move , For pity melts the mind to love . Softly sweet , in Lydian measures , Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures : War , he sung ...
... flow . The mighty master smil'd , to see That love was in the next degree : " Twas but a kindred sound to move , For pity melts the mind to love . Softly sweet , in Lydian measures , Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures : War , he sung ...
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... flow'd the streams , and softly blew the gale ; The rising flowers impurpled every dale ; Calm was the ocean , and the sky serene ; An universal smile o'erspread the shining scene : But when in death's cold arms entranc'd she lay , SIR ...
... flow'd the streams , and softly blew the gale ; The rising flowers impurpled every dale ; Calm was the ocean , and the sky serene ; An universal smile o'erspread the shining scene : But when in death's cold arms entranc'd she lay , SIR ...
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... Flows the loud rivulet down the mountain's brow ? Or pants the Zephyr on the waving bough ? Or sips the labouring bee her balmy dews , And with soft strains her fragrant toil pursues ? Or warbles from yon silver - blossom'd thorn The ...
... Flows the loud rivulet down the mountain's brow ? Or pants the Zephyr on the waving bough ? Or sips the labouring bee her balmy dews , And with soft strains her fragrant toil pursues ? Or warbles from yon silver - blossom'd thorn The ...
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ANTISTROPHE bard beneath blest bliss bloom blow bosom bow'r bower breast breathe brow charms cheer coursers dear death delight drest Dryad Eurydice Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair Fancy fate flow flowers of Spring gale gloom glow Goddess grace Greece green grove hail hand haste haunt hear heart Heav'n IBID laughing wild lonely lov'd lyre maid mead melt mind MONODY morn mourn Muse Muse's Naiad nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain pale peace pensive Petrarch Pindar Pindus pity plain pleasure pow'r rage reign rill round rove sacred scene shade sigh sing skies smile soft solemn song soon the flowers sooth sorrow soul sound Spring will fade strain stream swain sweet Taliessin tear tender Thebes thee thou thro throne Timotheus toil trembling tuneful vale wakeful eye warble wave wild winds wing youth
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Página 115 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Página 13 - A present deity ! they shout around : A present deity ! the vaulted roofs rebound : With ravished ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god; Affects to nod And seems to shake the spheres.
Página 115 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Página 240 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Página 114 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Página 224 - 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 120 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, no Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride; And if aught else great bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of tourneys and of trophies hung, Of forests and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Página 116 - But, hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's...
Página 226 - Shame that skulks behind; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visaged comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high To bitter Scorn a sacrifice And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try And hard Unkindness...
Página 235 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.