The Poetical Works of Akenside and Beattie: With a Memoir of Each ...Houghton, Mifflin, 1880 |
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... thou winter wind ' . . . 97 120 126 136 138 141 • 145 153 Epitaph on two young Men of the name of Leitch , who were drowned in crossing the River Southesk , 1757. 154 Epitaph , intended for himself Verses written by Mr. Blacklock , on a ...
... thou winter wind ' . . . 97 120 126 136 138 141 • 145 153 Epitaph on two young Men of the name of Leitch , who were drowned in crossing the River Southesk , 1757. 154 Epitaph , intended for himself Verses written by Mr. Blacklock , on a ...
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... thou must bear , But to the car a salamander tie ; Thou canst not on a sunbeam play , " & c . Yet , in an intimate acquaintance with Grecian and early English poetry , Theobald excelled most of his contempora ries ! 2 Life of Akenside ...
... thou must bear , But to the car a salamander tie ; Thou canst not on a sunbeam play , " & c . Yet , in an intimate acquaintance with Grecian and early English poetry , Theobald excelled most of his contempora ries ! 2 Life of Akenside ...
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... thou art , " & c .; " For a Statue of Shakespeare ; " " On William the Third ; ' " For a Column at Runnymede ; " and an Ode , " If rightly tuneful bards decide , " & c . None of these pieces , except the second in the list , had ...
... thou art , " & c .; " For a Statue of Shakespeare ; " " On William the Third ; ' " For a Column at Runnymede ; " and an Ode , " If rightly tuneful bards decide , " & c . None of these pieces , except the second in the list , had ...
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... thou fly With laughing Autumn to the Atlantic isles , And range with him the Hesperian field , and see Where'er his fingers touch the fruitful grove , The branches shoot with gold ; where'er his step Marks the glad soil , the tender ...
... thou fly With laughing Autumn to the Atlantic isles , And range with him the Hesperian field , and see Where'er his fingers touch the fruitful grove , The branches shoot with gold ; where'er his step Marks the glad soil , the tender ...
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... Thou , alas ! Dost thou aspire to judge between the Lord Of Nature and his works ? to lift thy voice Against the sovereign order he decreed , All good and lovely ? to blaspheme the bands Of tenderness innate and social love , Holiest of ...
... Thou , alas ! Dost thou aspire to judge between the Lord Of Nature and his works ? to lift thy voice Against the sovereign order he decreed , All good and lovely ? to blaspheme the bands Of tenderness innate and social love , Holiest of ...
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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.