Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Объемы 3-4J. Bell, 1789 |
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... in these survive , Which , wanting spirit , never seem'd alive : But , if Applause or Fame attend his pen , Let breathless statues pass for breathing men . " Here seem'd the Singer touch'd at what he sung , 4 Epist . 1 . EPISTLES CRITICAL.
... in these survive , Which , wanting spirit , never seem'd alive : But , if Applause or Fame attend his pen , Let breathless statues pass for breathing men . " Here seem'd the Singer touch'd at what he sung , 4 Epist . 1 . EPISTLES CRITICAL.
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... breathing of applauses flies , 200 And flattering sounds are heard within the breeze , And pleasing murmur runs among the trees , And falls of water join the flattering sounds , And murmur softening from the shore rebounds . The warbled ...
... breathing of applauses flies , 200 And flattering sounds are heard within the breeze , And pleasing murmur runs among the trees , And falls of water join the flattering sounds , And murmur softening from the shore rebounds . The warbled ...
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... breathing wind , And wrought by lovers innocently kind , Hung o'er the porch , their fragrant odors give , And fresh in lasting song for ever live . 230 The shades , for whom with such indulgent care Fame wreaths the boughs , or hangs ...
... breathing wind , And wrought by lovers innocently kind , Hung o'er the porch , their fragrant odors give , And fresh in lasting song for ever live . 230 The shades , for whom with such indulgent care Fame wreaths the boughs , or hangs ...
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... breathing slaughter , and in arms array'd , 490 500 He marches forward on the daring foe , And emulation acts in every blow . Great Hector's shade in fancy stalks along , From rank to rank amongst the martial throng ; While from his ...
... breathing slaughter , and in arms array'd , 490 500 He marches forward on the daring foe , And emulation acts in every blow . Great Hector's shade in fancy stalks along , From rank to rank amongst the martial throng ; While from his ...
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... breath returns , Again she shivers , and again she burns : Each reader's bosom feels her various care , Warm'd by her flame , or chill'd by her despair . Tost , as the sea , by passions , let the soul Like the brine sparkle , like the ...
... breath returns , Again she shivers , and again she burns : Each reader's bosom feels her various care , Warm'd by her flame , or chill'd by her despair . Tost , as the sea , by passions , let the soul Like the brine sparkle , like the ...
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Стр. 144 - And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill; Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burthen of threescore.
Стр. 138 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own : Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease ; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ; Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam ; His first, best country ever is at home...
Стр. 140 - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
Стр. 144 - To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign, I turn; and France displays her bright domain. Gay, sprightly land of mirth and social ease, Pleas'd with thyself, whom all the world can please, How often have I led thy sportive choir, With tuneless pipe beside the murmuring Loire...
Стр. 145 - And the weak soul, within itself unblest, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast. Hence ostentation here, with tawdry art, Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart...
Стр. 142 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed; No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, To make him loath his vegetable meal; But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil. Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes...
Стр. 150 - Seen opulence, her grandeur to maintain, Lead stern depopulation in her train, And over fields where scatter'd hamlets rose, In barren solitary pomp repose?
Стр. 137 - Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still : Thus to my breast alternate passions rise, Pleas'd with each good that Heaven to man supplies: Yet oft a sigh prevails, and sorrows fall, To see the hoard of human bliss so small ; And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd, Where my worn soul, each wandering hope at rest, May gather bliss to see my fellows blest.
Стр. 147 - Extremes are only in the master's mind ! Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Стр. 142 - At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down the monarch of a shed ; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board: And haply too some pilgrim, thither led, With many a tale repays the nightly bed.