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 27
... weeps . One Hand her Bofom fmites ; in One appears The lifted Lawn , that drinks her falling Tears . Since Evil outweighs Good , and fways Mankind , True Fortitude affumes the patient Mind : Such prov'd Meffiah's , tho ' to Suff'ring ...
... weeps . One Hand her Bofom fmites ; in One appears The lifted Lawn , that drinks her falling Tears . Since Evil outweighs Good , and fways Mankind , True Fortitude affumes the patient Mind : Such prov'd Meffiah's , tho ' to Suff'ring ...
الصفحة 31
... weep ; Then he reverts ' em ; but reverts in vain , Dim'd with the fwelling Grief , that streams again . Where now is my Philosophy ? ( he cries ) My Joy , Hope , Reafon , my Olympia dies ! Why did I e'er that Prime of Bleffings know ...
... weep ; Then he reverts ' em ; but reverts in vain , Dim'd with the fwelling Grief , that streams again . Where now is my Philosophy ? ( he cries ) My Joy , Hope , Reafon , my Olympia dies ! Why did I e'er that Prime of Bleffings know ...
الصفحة 32
... weep ! Now Grief and Rage , by gath'ring Sighs , fuppreft , Swell my full Heart , and heave my lab'ring Breast ! With ftruggling Starts , each vital String they strain , And ftrike the tott'ring Fabric of my Brain ! O'er my funk Spirits ...
... weep ! Now Grief and Rage , by gath'ring Sighs , fuppreft , Swell my full Heart , and heave my lab'ring Breast ! With ftruggling Starts , each vital String they strain , And ftrike the tott'ring Fabric of my Brain ! O'er my funk Spirits ...
الصفحة 46
... weeping Pomp ; the folemn Pray'r ; The decent Tomb ; the Verfe , that Sorrow gives ; Where , to Remembrance fweet , fair Virtue lives . Now to mid Heav'n the whiten'd Moon inclines , And Shades contract , mark'd out in clearer Lines ...
... weeping Pomp ; the folemn Pray'r ; The decent Tomb ; the Verfe , that Sorrow gives ; Where , to Remembrance fweet , fair Virtue lives . Now to mid Heav'n the whiten'd Moon inclines , And Shades contract , mark'd out in clearer Lines ...
الصفحة 65
... , Nor Guilt , nor Shame , nor sharp Repentance know . What the fifth Charles long aim'd in Power to fee , That Happiness he found referv'd in Thee . Now Now let me change the Page Here Tully weeps , THE WANDERER , 65.
... , Nor Guilt , nor Shame , nor sharp Repentance know . What the fifth Charles long aim'd in Power to fee , That Happiness he found referv'd in Thee . Now Now let me change the Page Here Tully weeps , THE WANDERER , 65.
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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...