Various Poems: The Wanderer, a Moral Poem, The Triumph of Mirth and Health, and The Bastard. To which is Prefixed a Pref., Giving Some Account of ThemJ. Turner, 1761 - 115 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 18
... ring View ; Oppos'd , a Room to sweet Refection due . Here my chill'd Veins are warm'd by chippy Fires , Thro ' the bor'd Rock above , the Smoke expires ; Neat , Neat , o'er a homely Board , a Napkin's spread 18 THE WANDERER .
... ring View ; Oppos'd , a Room to sweet Refection due . Here my chill'd Veins are warm'd by chippy Fires , Thro ' the bor'd Rock above , the Smoke expires ; Neat , Neat , o'er a homely Board , a Napkin's spread 18 THE WANDERER .
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... sweet and folemn Hour . We enter'd , where , in well - rang'd Order , flood Th ' inftructive Volumes of the Wife and Good . Thefe Friends ( faid he ) tho ' I defert Mankind , Good Angels never would permit behind . Each Genius , Youth ...
... sweet and folemn Hour . We enter'd , where , in well - rang'd Order , flood Th ' inftructive Volumes of the Wife and Good . Thefe Friends ( faid he ) tho ' I defert Mankind , Good Angels never would permit behind . Each Genius , Youth ...
الصفحة 29
... sweet Organ , fwell a lofty Sound ! The folemn Notes bid earthly Paffions fly , Lull all my Cares , and lift my Soul on High ! This monumental Marble - this I rear To One -- Oh ! ever mourn'd ! - Oh ! ever dear ! - He ftopt pathetic ...
... sweet Organ , fwell a lofty Sound ! The folemn Notes bid earthly Paffions fly , Lull all my Cares , and lift my Soul on High ! This monumental Marble - this I rear To One -- Oh ! ever mourn'd ! - Oh ! ever dear ! - He ftopt pathetic ...
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... Sweet Mifuefs of my Soul , return , return ! Alas !. fhe's fled ! I traverse now the Place , Where my enamour'd Thoughts her Footsteps trace . Now , o'er the Tomb , I bend my drooping Head , There Tears , the Eloquence of Sorrow , fhed ...
... Sweet Mifuefs of my Soul , return , return ! Alas !. fhe's fled ! I traverse now the Place , Where my enamour'd Thoughts her Footsteps trace . Now , o'er the Tomb , I bend my drooping Head , There Tears , the Eloquence of Sorrow , fhed ...
الصفحة 51
... sweet - bloffom'd Fame he brings , Ye Heroes , Patriots , and paternal Kings ! O Thou , who form'd , who rais'd the Poet's Art , ( Voice of thy Will ! ) unerring Force impart ! If wailing Worth can gen'rous Warmth excite , If Verfe can ...
... sweet - bloffom'd Fame he brings , Ye Heroes , Patriots , and paternal Kings ! O Thou , who form'd , who rais'd the Poet's Art , ( Voice of thy Will ! ) unerring Force impart ! If wailing Worth can gen'rous Warmth excite , If Verfe can ...
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Abelard BASTAR behold beneath Blaze bleft bluſh Bofom Breaft bright Charms cloſe Clouds conſcious Dæmons dear defcend Deſpair diſplay divine Dunciad Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fair Fame Fancy Fate feems fhall fhine figh firſt Flame flies flow Flow'rs fmiling foft folemn fome foul ftands ftill fuch funk fweet fwell gen'rous Glory glow Goddeſs Grace Grief Heart Heav'n heav'nly Honour infpire laft lefs loft lov'd Love Luftre Mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Numbers o'er Olympia Paffion pale Phaon Pow'r Praiſe Pride purſue raiſe Raptures Rays reft RICHARD SAVAGE rife riſe Rocks rofe Sapho Scene ſcenes ſeen Seraph Shade ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhine ſhould ſhow ſmile Soul ſpeak ſpread Spring ſtand ſtill ſweet Tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou Thought thro trembling TYRCONNEL Virtue WANDERER weep whofe Whoſe wild Wind wiſh Youth
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الصفحة 9 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
الصفحة 7 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
الصفحة 9 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze...
الصفحة 6 - Curse on all laws but those which love has made ! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
الصفحة 14 - Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
الصفحة 11 - But let heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd; Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd! Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue, Renounce my love, my life, myself — and you. Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he Alone can rival, can succeed to thee.
الصفحة 4 - Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains: Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn! Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep, And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep! Tho' cold like you, unmov'd and silent grown, I have not yet forgot myself to stone.
الصفحة 7 - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
الصفحة 7 - Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
الصفحة 5 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare...