Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. X.John Bell, 1789 - 192 من الصفحات |
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... lost in air he seem . XVI . He went to set the watches of the east , That none mote rush in with the tyde of wind : He went to Venus to make fond request From fleshly ferm to loosen Psyche's mind , And her eftsoons transmew . She ...
... lost in air he seem . XVI . He went to set the watches of the east , That none mote rush in with the tyde of wind : He went to Venus to make fond request From fleshly ferm to loosen Psyche's mind , And her eftsoons transmew . She ...
الصفحة 17
... lost innocence again , And her lost peace , lost charms , lost love to find ; But shame upbraids her with a wish so vain : Despair succeeded , and aversion blind ; Pain fills her tortur'd sense , and horror clouds her mind . XL . Her ...
... lost innocence again , And her lost peace , lost charms , lost love to find ; But shame upbraids her with a wish so vain : Despair succeeded , and aversion blind ; Pain fills her tortur'd sense , and horror clouds her mind . XL . Her ...
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... 'd at once ; th ' ambrosial plants were lost ; The jarring Seasons brought on various teen ; Each sought , each seeking , each by other crost . Young Spring to Summer flies from Winter's frost ; While 20 Poem I. POEMS IN THE.
... 'd at once ; th ' ambrosial plants were lost ; The jarring Seasons brought on various teen ; Each sought , each seeking , each by other crost . Young Spring to Summer flies from Winter's frost ; While 20 Poem I. POEMS IN THE.
الصفحة 65
... lost . At length determin'd whatsoe'er it cost , To see the glass , he darts into the cell ; And , lest his eyes by vild retrait be crost , Thrice he invokes his lovely Columbel . As Adam fell of yore , the Squire of Dames yfell . . XL ...
... lost . At length determin'd whatsoe'er it cost , To see the glass , he darts into the cell ; And , lest his eyes by vild retrait be crost , Thrice he invokes his lovely Columbel . As Adam fell of yore , the Squire of Dames yfell . . XL ...
الصفحة 77
... Lost is my friends good - will , my mother's care- By you deserted — ah ! unhappy me ! Left to your Aunts fell spight , and weakfull crueltie . XXIV . My Aunt ! quoth he , forsooth shall Poem IV . 77 STANZA OF SPENSER .
... Lost is my friends good - will , my mother's care- By you deserted — ah ! unhappy me ! Left to your Aunts fell spight , and weakfull crueltie . XXIV . My Aunt ! quoth he , forsooth shall Poem IV . 77 STANZA OF SPENSER .
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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...