Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. X.John Bell, 1789 - 192 من الصفحات |
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... of Lycon and Euphormius , by William Melmoth , Esq . 23 V. The Minstrel ; or , The Pro- gress of Genius , by J. Beattie , L. L. D. III . The Squire of Dames , by Moses Mendez , Esq . 32 Notes on the Poems in the Stanza of Spenser.
... of Lycon and Euphormius , by William Melmoth , Esq . 23 V. The Minstrel ; or , The Pro- gress of Genius , by J. Beattie , L. L. D. III . The Squire of Dames , by Moses Mendez , Esq . 32 Notes on the Poems in the Stanza of Spenser.
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... Of glitt'rand lights that gild the glowing sky . There shepherds nightly view his orb yhong , Where bright he shines eterne , the brightest stars emong . POEM III . THE SQUIRE OF DAMES . BY MOSES Poem II . 31 STANZA OF SPENSER .
... Of glitt'rand lights that gild the glowing sky . There shepherds nightly view his orb yhong , Where bright he shines eterne , the brightest stars emong . POEM III . THE SQUIRE OF DAMES . BY MOSES Poem II . 31 STANZA OF SPENSER .
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Vol. X. POEM III . THE SQUIRE OF DAMES . BY MOSES MENDEZ , ESQ ; PROLOGUE . I. HARD is the heart that never knew to love , Ne felt the pleasing anguish of desire . Ye British Maids , more fair than Venus ' dove , For you alone I tune my ...
Vol. X. POEM III . THE SQUIRE OF DAMES . BY MOSES MENDEZ , ESQ ; PROLOGUE . I. HARD is the heart that never knew to love , Ne felt the pleasing anguish of desire . Ye British Maids , more fair than Venus ' dove , For you alone I tune my ...
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... shall the world your matchless pow'r revere , And own what wonders your sweet smiles can do , That could a simple clown into a bard transmew . CANTO I. The Squire of Dames to Satyrane His history 34 Poem III . POEMS IN THE , & c .
... shall the world your matchless pow'r revere , And own what wonders your sweet smiles can do , That could a simple clown into a bard transmew . CANTO I. The Squire of Dames to Satyrane His history 34 Poem III . POEMS IN THE , & c .
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Vol. X. CANTO I. The Squire of Dames to Satyrane His history doth tell , With all the toils he underwent To gain his Columbel . 1 . THE Squire of Dames his tale thus ' gan to tell ; Sith you command my tongue , Sir Satyrane , I now will ...
Vol. X. CANTO I. The Squire of Dames to Satyrane His history doth tell , With all the toils he underwent To gain his Columbel . 1 . THE Squire of Dames his tale thus ' gan to tell ; Sith you command my tongue , Sir Satyrane , I now will ...
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 97 - I who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...