Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Объемы 3-4J. Bell, 1789 |
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... dread , And Neptune lift his sedgy - matted head , Admire the roar , and dive with dire dismay , And seek his deepest chambers in the sea . To raise their subject thus the lines devise , And false extravagance would fain surprize ; Yet ...
... dread , And Neptune lift his sedgy - matted head , Admire the roar , and dive with dire dismay , And seek his deepest chambers in the sea . To raise their subject thus the lines devise , And false extravagance would fain surprize ; Yet ...
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... dread their jealousy and spite , And faint in fancy every line I write . bro How long before the Muses can succeed ! To please the world is now a task indeed ! All former methods vainly we pursue , The world is old , and calls for ...
... dread their jealousy and spite , And faint in fancy every line I write . bro How long before the Muses can succeed ! To please the world is now a task indeed ! All former methods vainly we pursue , The world is old , and calls for ...
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... dread ! endow'd with every art , In which the two Minervas claim a part ; Whose character survives in the sublime , As the best judge and critic of his time . How courtier - like gay Horace ridicules , While he 46 Epist . II . EPISTLES ...
... dread ! endow'd with every art , In which the two Minervas claim a part ; Whose character survives in the sublime , As the best judge and critic of his time . How courtier - like gay Horace ridicules , While he 46 Epist . II . EPISTLES ...
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... dreads.- -Ah ! kindly cease to raise Unwilling censure , by exacting praise . Just to itself the jealous world will claim A right to judge ; or give , or cancel fame . And , if th ' officious zeal unbounded flows , The friend too ...
... dreads.- -Ah ! kindly cease to raise Unwilling censure , by exacting praise . Just to itself the jealous world will claim A right to judge ; or give , or cancel fame . And , if th ' officious zeal unbounded flows , The friend too ...
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... dreads a king in Keene . Not so in airy Wilks ; with cheerful grace , The careless rake sits sparkling in his face . ] Others there are , whose voice and gesture claim In pompous verse a never - dying fame : σ . Others there are - but ...
... dreads a king in Keene . Not so in airy Wilks ; with cheerful grace , The careless rake sits sparkling in his face . ] Others there are , whose voice and gesture claim In pompous verse a never - dying fame : σ . Others there are - but ...
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Almada Bard beams beauteous beauty behold beneath bids blest blushes boast breast breath bright charms colors coursers delight Dovedale dread e'er earth EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fire flame form'd genius give glory glow Goddess grace grove hand heart Heaven Hence heroes hills honor ibid immortal Bard Keswick lays light Lisbon live look Lord Lusiad lyre man-the mind Mount Athos Muse Muse's Nature Nature's numbers Nymphs o'er paint passions pencil plains pleas'd Poet poet's Portugal praise pride race rage reign rise river Wye rocks roll round sacred scene shade shew shine shore sight skies smile soft song soul sound spread strain stream sweet swell Tago's Tagus tears thee thou thought Thro thunder toil Twas vale verse vex'd Viriatus virtue Vitruvius voice waves wild wonder youth Zeuxis σ σ
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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.