Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry ..., Объемы 13-15John Bell, 1791 |
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... grove ; Oft deign'd my sacred steps to lead Along the dewy pathless mead ; Or up the dusky lawn , to spy The last faint gleamings of the twilight sky . Then wilt thou still thy pensive vot'ry meet , Oft as he calls thee to this gloomy ...
... grove ; Oft deign'd my sacred steps to lead Along the dewy pathless mead ; Or up the dusky lawn , to spy The last faint gleamings of the twilight sky . Then wilt thou still thy pensive vot'ry meet , Oft as he calls thee to this gloomy ...
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... grove , or rocky dale , Or wand'ring from the russet cot , To seek the deep - embosom'd grot , Beneath the orange shade inclos'd , Or in the myrtle bower repos'd , Or where the flaunting flowers have wove With mingled sweets the high ...
... grove , or rocky dale , Or wand'ring from the russet cot , To seek the deep - embosom'd grot , Beneath the orange shade inclos'd , Or in the myrtle bower repos'd , Or where the flaunting flowers have wove With mingled sweets the high ...
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... grove : Or with the fairy elves be seen In dances on the level green : ' Should baleful War , ' mid loud alarms , ' Mid vanquish'd foes , and conquering arms , ' ' Mid hosts o'erthrown , and myriads slain , On Britain fix his iron reign ...
... grove : Or with the fairy elves be seen In dances on the level green : ' Should baleful War , ' mid loud alarms , ' Mid vanquish'd foes , and conquering arms , ' ' Mid hosts o'erthrown , and myriads slain , On Britain fix his iron reign ...
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... grove , Where the self - motion'd atoms rove In mazy mystic play . Some vain hypothesis admit , The specious cobweb - work of wit ; And daringly deny What every object round avows , What every act of Reason shews , An All - wise Deity ...
... grove , Where the self - motion'd atoms rove In mazy mystic play . Some vain hypothesis admit , The specious cobweb - work of wit ; And daringly deny What every object round avows , What every act of Reason shews , An All - wise Deity ...
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... grove , Or Philomel's melodious love , That glads the midnight hours ! For me ( alas ! ) the god of day Ne'er glitters on the hawthorn spray , Nor night her comfort brings : I have no pleasure in the rose : For me no vernal beauty blows ...
... grove , Or Philomel's melodious love , That glads the midnight hours ! For me ( alas ! ) the god of day Ne'er glitters on the hawthorn spray , Nor night her comfort brings : I have no pleasure in the rose : For me no vernal beauty blows ...
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ARGANTYR awful beauty Behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath brow charms courser crown'd deep drest e'er ELIJAH FENTON Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fate fear fire flowers FRANCIS FAWKES Genius gloom glory glow Goddess grace Graecian grove hail hand hast hear heart Heaven HERVOR hour Hymettus JAMES GRAINGER JOSEPH WARTON kings life's light lov'd lyre maid mind mourn Muse Muse's Naiads Nature's ne'er night numbers nymphs o'er Odin peace Pindaric plain pow'r praise pride rage rapture reign rise round sacred SAMUEL JOHNSON scene shade shine sing skies smile soft solemn song sooth soul sound Spring strain stream Surtur sweet swell tear tempest thee thine THOMAS PENROSE thou thought Thracian thro tomb vale Virtue Virtue's voice wake wave wild WILLIAM WHITEHEAD wind wing youth
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Стр. 95 - We'll form their minds, with studious care, To all that's manly, good, and fair, And train them for the skies.
Стр. 120 - This idea which he had formed of excellence led him to oriental fictions and allegorical imagery, and perhaps, while he was intent upon description, he did not sufficiently cultivate sentiment. His poems are the productions of a mind not deficient in fire, nor unfurnished with knowledge either of books or life, but somewhat obstructed in its progress by deviation in quest of mistaken beauties.
Стр. 121 - That this man, wise and virtuous as he was, passed always unentangled through the snares of life, it would be prejudice and temerity to affirm; but it may be said that at least he preserved the source of action unpolluted, that his principles were never shaken, that his distinctions of right and wrong were never confounded, and that his faults had nothing of malignity or design, but proceeded from some unexpected pressure, or casual temptation.
Стр. 88 - To purchase heaven has gold the power? Can gold remove the mortal hour? In life can love be bought with gold? Are friendship's pleasures to be sold ? No — all that's worth a wish — a thought, Fair Virtue gives unbribed, unbought.
Стр. 96 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Стр. 121 - After his return from France, the writer of this character paid him a visit at Islington, where he was waiting for his sister, whom he had directed to meet him: there was then nothing of disorder discernible in his mind by any but himself; but he had withdrawn from study, and travelled with no other book than an English Testament, such as children carry to the school : when his friend took it into his hand out of curiosity to see what companion a Man of Letters had chosen, I have but one book...
Стр. 46 - But think far off how, on the southern coast, I met thy friendship with an equal flame ! Fresh to that soil thou turn'st...
Стр. 94 - Tho' singularity and pride Be call'd our choice, we'll step aside, Nor join the giddy dance. From the gay world, we'll oft retire To our own family and fire, Where love our hours employs ; No noisy neighbour enters here, No intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heart-felt joys. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast...
Стр. 73 - WHEN in the crimson cloud of even The lingering light decays, And Hesper on the front of heaven His glittering gem displays ; Deep in the silent vale, unseen, Beside a lulling stream, A pensive youth of placid mien Indulged this tender theme : " Ye cliffs, in hoary grandeur piled High o'er the glimmering dale ; Ye woods, along whose windings wild Murmurs the solemn gale : Where Melancholy strays forlorn, And Woe retires to weep, What time the wan moon's yellow horn Gleams on the western deep :
Стр. 49 - O'er its drown'd banks, forbidding all return ! Or, if he meditate his wish'd escape, To some dim hill, that seems uprising near, To his faint eye, the grim and grisly shape, In all its terrors clad, shall wild appear.