Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry ...J. Bell, 1790 |
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... Love trembling quits his sensual sway , And drops his feeble dart : The flowers , that in the Paphian garden grow , Fade in the wreath that rounds the hero's brow , Pleasure retreats with wanton smiles , And Strength - unnerving 2 Ode 1 ...
... Love trembling quits his sensual sway , And drops his feeble dart : The flowers , that in the Paphian garden grow , Fade in the wreath that rounds the hero's brow , Pleasure retreats with wanton smiles , And Strength - unnerving 2 Ode 1 ...
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... Love , " he cry'd , " let Paphos ' god The softer soul betray ; A nobler quarry lures the hero's eye : " He spoke , and bade th ' unconquer'd eagle fly . Hence then , ye Slaves , whom Ease delights , To yon lone cloyster stray , Where ...
... Love , " he cry'd , " let Paphos ' god The softer soul betray ; A nobler quarry lures the hero's eye : " He spoke , and bade th ' unconquer'd eagle fly . Hence then , ye Slaves , whom Ease delights , To yon lone cloyster stray , Where ...
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... Love's dark doubts distrest ? With treacherous Jaffier dost thou feel Th ' impending tortures of the wheel , That wound his guilty breast ! Tell me , can Pindar's lofty strain , Luxuriant Fancy's fruitful vein , The noblest thoughts ...
... Love's dark doubts distrest ? With treacherous Jaffier dost thou feel Th ' impending tortures of the wheel , That wound his guilty breast ! Tell me , can Pindar's lofty strain , Luxuriant Fancy's fruitful vein , The noblest thoughts ...
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... love combine , A nobler flame impart ? The Muse in mild melodious lays Instruction's awful voice conveys , And each wild wish disarms ; While picture's arts alone can trace Each soften'd line , each secret grace , And add to Beauty's ...
... love combine , A nobler flame impart ? The Muse in mild melodious lays Instruction's awful voice conveys , And each wild wish disarms ; While picture's arts alone can trace Each soften'd line , each secret grace , And add to Beauty's ...
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... love , And walks the courts of genuine light , ( While all heaven hails the wonders of her sight ) Where Bliss has banish'd Chance , and sore Annoy , And Goodness fills the cup of general joy . Nor is she to the heavens confin'd ; Forth ...
... love , And walks the courts of genuine light , ( While all heaven hails the wonders of her sight ) Where Bliss has banish'd Chance , and sore Annoy , And Goodness fills the cup of general joy . Nor is she to the heavens confin'd ; Forth ...
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amorous tale ANTISTROPHE awful Beauty's Behold blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breathes brow canst charms chearful cheek cherub confest Corsica crown'd deep delight desart Despair divine dread drest ev'ry eyes fair faithless Fancy Fancy's fate fear feel fire flame flow flowers fond Friendship gloom glow Goddess grace Grief grove hand Hark heart heaven heavenly Hope hour JOSEPH WARTON light Love Love's lyre maid Melancholy MELPOMENE mild mind Mirth morn Morpheus Muse Nature's ne'er night numbers Nymph o'er pale PALEMON passions peace pensive plain Pleasure poison'd pow'r pride rage rapture rill round rove sacred scene shade shine sighs sight silver star smiles soft solemn song sooth sorrow soul spring STROPHE sweet swell tears thee thine THOMAS PENROSE thou Thro train trembling Twas Virtue wave wealth wild wing Wisdom's wretch Youth ΤΟ
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Стр. 103 - THY spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye ; Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Стр. 77 - A thousand widows' shrieks I hear ; " Give me another horse !" I cry, Lo ! the base Gallic squadrons fly ; Whence is this rage ? — — What spirit, say, To battle hurries me away ? 'Tis Fancy, in her fiery car, Transports me to the thickest war, There whirls me o'er the hills of slain, Where Tumult and Destruction reign ; Where, mad with pain, the wounded steed Tramples the dying and the dead : Where giant Terror stalks around, With sullen joy surveys the ground, And, pointing to th...
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Стр. 145 - Through this still valley let me stray, Rapt in some strain of pensive GRAY: Whose lofty genius bears along The conscious dignity of Song; And, scorning from the sacred store To waste a note on Pride or Power, Roves...
Стр. 76 - PEACE resort, And VENUS keeps her festive court, Where MIRTH and YOUTH each evening meet, And lightly trip with nimble feet, Nodding their lily-crowned heads, Where LAUGHTER rose-lip'd HEBE leads...
Стр. 107 - Taste unspoil'd the frugal table spread, And Industry supply the humble store, And Sleep unbribed his dews refreshing shed ; White-mantled Innocence, ethereal sprite ! Shall chase far off the goblins of the night, And Independence o'er the day preside, Propitious power ! my patron and my pride ! 120 SONG.
Стр. 101 - Woe, and groan of grim Despair. Lo, wizard Envy from his serpent eye Darts quick destruction in each baleful glance ; Pride smiling stern, and yellow Jealousy, Frowning Disdain, and haggard Hate advance ; Behold, amidst the dire array, Pale wither'd Care his giant-stature rears, And lo, his iron hand prepares To grasp its feeble prey.
Стр. 143 - Can Music's voice, can Beauty's eye, Can Painting's glowing hand supply, A charm so suited to my mind, As blows this hollow gust of wind, As drops this little weeping rill, Soft tinkling down the moss-grown hill, While through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray?
Стр. 101 - Who now will guard bewilder'd youth Safe from the fierce assault of hostile rage ? Such war can Virtue wage, Virtue, that bears the sacred shield of Truth ? Alas ! full oft on Guilt's victorious car, The spoils of Virtue are in triumph borne ; While the fair captive, mark'd with many a scar, In long obscurity, oppress'd, forlorn, Resigns to tears her angel form.
Стр. 74 - O'er all my artless songs preside, My footsteps to thy temple guide, To offer at thy turf-built shrine, In golden cups no costly wine, No murdered fatling of the flock, But flowers and honey from the rock.