Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. X.John Bell, 1789 - 192 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 23
... truth I fond in paynim tale enroll'd ; Which for ensample drad my Muse shall here unfold . II . What time Arcadia's flowret vallies fam'd , Pelasgus , first of monarchs old , obey'd , There wonn'd a wight , and Lycon was he nam'd.
... truth I fond in paynim tale enroll'd ; Which for ensample drad my Muse shall here unfold . II . What time Arcadia's flowret vallies fam'd , Pelasgus , first of monarchs old , obey'd , There wonn'd a wight , and Lycon was he nam'd.
الصفحة 24
... tale did feign , And claim'd alliaunce with the Sisters nine ; And deem'd himself ( what deems not pride so vain ? ) The peerless paragon of wit divine . Vaunting that every foe should rue its tine . Right doughty Wight ! yet , sooth ...
... tale did feign , And claim'd alliaunce with the Sisters nine ; And deem'd himself ( what deems not pride so vain ? ) The peerless paragon of wit divine . Vaunting that every foe should rue its tine . Right doughty Wight ! yet , sooth ...
الصفحة 25
... tong . Whiles frequent singults check'd his faltring tale , In modest wise her head Pastora hong : For never maid more chaste inspired shepherd's song . VII . What needs me to recount in long detail Poem II . 25 STANZA OF SPENSER .
... tong . Whiles frequent singults check'd his faltring tale , In modest wise her head Pastora hong : For never maid more chaste inspired shepherd's song . VII . What needs me to recount in long detail Poem II . 25 STANZA OF SPENSER .
الصفحة 29
... tale : Th ' astonied swains uneath could credence give , That in Arcadia's unambitious vale A faytor false as Lycon e'er did live . But Jove ( who in high heaven does mortals prive , And every deed in golden ballance weighs ) To earth ...
... tale : Th ' astonied swains uneath could credence give , That in Arcadia's unambitious vale A faytor false as Lycon e'er did live . But Jove ( who in high heaven does mortals prive , And every deed in golden ballance weighs ) To earth ...
الصفحة 32
... Think not because I write of Columbel I thence would blast the sex with impious tale ; Transactions vile of foreign stronds I tell , Ne ' gainst a British female would I rail For all the wealth that rolls on Indian grail .
... Think not because I write of Columbel I thence would blast the sex with impious tale ; Transactions vile of foreign stronds I tell , Ne ' gainst a British female would I rail For all the wealth that rolls on Indian grail .
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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...