The Poetical Works of Akenside and Beattie: With a Memoir of Each ...Houghton, Mifflin, 1880 |
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الصفحة 36
... sound : but the other more desirable sort of good health , that which consists in the perfect , the harmonious possession of one's own mind , in the exercise of its best facultys upon those objects which are most adapted to it by nature ...
... sound : but the other more desirable sort of good health , that which consists in the perfect , the harmonious possession of one's own mind , in the exercise of its best facultys upon those objects which are most adapted to it by nature ...
الصفحة 120
... sounds ; who heighten to his eye The bloom of Nature , and before him turn The gayest , happiest attitude of things . Oft have the laws of each poetic strain The critic - verse employ'd ; yet still unsung Lay this prime subject , though ...
... sounds ; who heighten to his eye The bloom of Nature , and before him turn The gayest , happiest attitude of things . Oft have the laws of each poetic strain The critic - verse employ'd ; yet still unsung Lay this prime subject , though ...
الصفحة 123
... sound , or fair proportion'd form , of motion , or the bloom of light , Thrills through Imagination's tender frame , From nerve to nerve : all naked and alive They catch the spreading rays ; till now the soul At length discloses every ...
... sound , or fair proportion'd form , of motion , or the bloom of light , Thrills through Imagination's tender frame , From nerve to nerve : all naked and alive They catch the spreading rays ; till now the soul At length discloses every ...
الصفحة 133
... sound of this devoted lyre Be wanting ; whether on the rosy mead , When summer smiles , to warn the melting heart Of luxury's allurement ; whether firm Against the torrent and the stubborn hill Το urge bold Virtue's unremitted nerve ...
... sound of this devoted lyre Be wanting ; whether on the rosy mead , When summer smiles , to warn the melting heart Of luxury's allurement ; whether firm Against the torrent and the stubborn hill Το urge bold Virtue's unremitted nerve ...
الصفحة 134
... sounds of triumph , to proclaim her toils Upon the lofty summit , round her brow 440 To twine the wreath of incorruptive praise ; To trace her hallow'd light through future worlds , And bless Heaven's image in the heart of man . Thus ...
... sounds of triumph , to proclaim her toils Upon the lofty summit , round her brow 440 To twine the wreath of incorruptive praise ; To trace her hallow'd light through future worlds , And bless Heaven's image in the heart of man . Thus ...
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Academus Akenside Akenside's Amid ancient appears arms arts awful bards Beauty behold bloom Bloomsbury Square BOOK bosom breast breath brow Bucke Charles Townshend charms Clisthenes colours Daniel Wray deeds delight divine doth dwell Dyson e'er Earl of Huntingdon earth edition eternal fair faithful fame Fancy fate fix'd flame flowers forms frame genius glory groves hand haply Hardinge harmonious hath heart heaven honours hour human immortal labour laws Lettsom lyre Lyric Poetry Megacles mind mortal Muse Muse's Naiads Nature Nature's Nymphs o'er objects passions paths Physicians Pindar Pisistratus Plato pleasing Pleasures of Imagination poem poet poetry pomp praise radiant Richard Dawes ridiculous sacred says scene scorn sense shade Sire smiles smiling band song soul springs strain streams sublime sweet taste thee things thou thought thro throne toil tongue Truth virtue Virtue's voice whate'er whence wisdom youth
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الصفحة 8 - 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 ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy,...
الصفحة 136 - Tully's name, and shook his crimson steel, and bade the father of his country 'hail! for lo! the tyrant prostrate on the dust, and Rome again is free!
الصفحة xvi - Not long ago I began a poem in the style and stanza of Spenser, in which I propose to give full scope to my inclination, and be either droll or pathetic, descriptive or sentimental, tender or satirical, as the humour strikes me; for, if I mistake not, the measure which I have adopted admits equally of all these kinds of composition.
الصفحة 186 - Each passing Hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreprov'd.
الصفحة 125 - Tired of earth And this diurnal scene, she springs aloft Through fields of air, pursues the flying storm, Rides on the vollied lightning through the heavens ; Or, yoked with whirlwinds, and the northern blast, Sweeps the long tract of day.
الصفحة 135 - Mind, mind alone, (bear witness, Earth and Heaven !) The living fountains in itself contains Of beauteous and sublime : here, hand in hand, Sit paramount the Graces ; here enthroned, Celestial Venus, with divinest airs, Invites the soul to never-fading joy.
الصفحة 124 - And through the mists of passion and of sense, And through the tossing tide of chance and pain, To hold his course unfaltering, while the voice Of truth and virtue, up the steep ascent Of nature, calls him to his high reward, The applauding smile of Heaven?
الصفحة 187 - Refine at length, and every passion wears A chaster, milder, more attractive mien. But if to ampler prospects, if to gaze On Nature's form, where, negligent of all These lesser graces, she assumes the port Of that eternal majesty that weigh'd . The world's foundations...
الصفحة 248 - Ask the faithful youth Why the cold urn of her whom long he lov'd So often fills his arms ; so often draws His lonely footsteps at the silent hour, To pay the mournful tribute of his tears? Oh ! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour...
الصفحة 28 - Muse, though artless, was not mute : Of elegance as yet he took no care; For this of time and culture is the fruit ; And Edwin gain'd at last this fruit so rare : As in some future verse I purpose to declare.