The Art of English Poetry Containing: Rules for making verses. A collection of the most natural, agreeable and sublime thoughts (!) ... that are to be found in the best English poets. A dictionary of rhymes. I.. II.. III.S. Buckley, 1710 - 554 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 36
... wave your Tops , ye Pines ! With ev'ry Plant , in fign of Worship , wave . Fountains ! and ye that warble as you flow Melodious Murmurs , warbling tune his Praife . Join Voices all ye living Souls , ye Birds ! That finging , up to Heav ...
... wave your Tops , ye Pines ! With ev'ry Plant , in fign of Worship , wave . Fountains ! and ye that warble as you flow Melodious Murmurs , warbling tune his Praife . Join Voices all ye living Souls , ye Birds ! That finging , up to Heav ...
الصفحة 3
... Waves before , And not content with Seas , infult the Shore ; When Ocean , Air , and Earth at once engage , And rooted Forefts fly before their Rage , At once the clashing Clouds to Battel move , ' And Lightnings run across the Fields ...
... Waves before , And not content with Seas , infult the Shore ; When Ocean , Air , and Earth at once engage , And rooted Forefts fly before their Rage , At once the clashing Clouds to Battel move , ' And Lightnings run across the Fields ...
الصفحة 5
... Waves fuftain , E'er Ships in Triumph plow'd the watry Main . Then Land - marks limited to each his Right , For all before was common as the Light : Nor was the Ground alone requir'd to bear Her annual Income to the crooked Share ; But ...
... Waves fuftain , E'er Ships in Triumph plow'd the watry Main . Then Land - marks limited to each his Right , For all before was common as the Light : Nor was the Ground alone requir'd to bear Her annual Income to the crooked Share ; But ...
الصفحة 6
... Waves for foreign Ware , For ev'ry Soil fhall ev'ry Product bear . The lab'ring Hind his Oxen fhall disjoin , No Plough thall hurt the Glebe , no Pruning - Hook the Vine , Nor Wool fhall in diffembled Colours fhine . But the luxurious ...
... Waves for foreign Ware , For ev'ry Soil fhall ev'ry Product bear . The lab'ring Hind his Oxen fhall disjoin , No Plough thall hurt the Glebe , no Pruning - Hook the Vine , Nor Wool fhall in diffembled Colours fhine . But the luxurious ...
الصفحة 33
... Wave Of troubled Styx , where in a gloomy Cave , Flowing with Gore , the fierce Bellona dwells ; And , bound with adamantine Fetters , yells : Around ftand Heaps of moffy Skulls and Bones , Whence iffue loud Laments and dreadful Groans ...
... Wave Of troubled Styx , where in a gloomy Cave , Flowing with Gore , the fierce Bellona dwells ; And , bound with adamantine Fetters , yells : Around ftand Heaps of moffy Skulls and Bones , Whence iffue loud Laments and dreadful Groans ...
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الصفحة 179 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
الصفحة 455 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake ; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble ; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
الصفحة 337 - That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
الصفحة 269 - Hail wedded Love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else. By thee adulterous lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range; by thee, Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother first were known.
الصفحة 389 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
الصفحة 320 - The birds their choir apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.
الصفحة 176 - That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
الصفحة 319 - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
الصفحة 386 - I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas!
الصفحة 299 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...