Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Объемы 3-4J. Bell, 1789 |
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... fall to fear ; And strangely stand along the tracts of air , Where thunder rolls , and bearded comets glare . The thoughts that most extravagantly soar , The words that sound as if they meant to roar ; For rant and noise are offer'd ...
... fall to fear ; And strangely stand along the tracts of air , Where thunder rolls , and bearded comets glare . The thoughts that most extravagantly soar , The words that sound as if they meant to roar ; For rant and noise are offer'd ...
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... falls of water join the flattering sounds , And murmur softening from the shore rebounds . The warbled melody , the lovely sights , The calms of solitude inspire delights , The dazzled eyes , the ravish'd ears are caught , The panting ...
... falls of water join the flattering sounds , And murmur softening from the shore rebounds . The warbled melody , the lovely sights , The calms of solitude inspire delights , The dazzled eyes , the ravish'd ears are caught , The panting ...
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... , like Sisyphus , are falling still ; I own , by reading we may feed the flame , 140 But first must have that heat from whence it came ;. Else , like dry pumps whose springs their moisture mourn 22 Epist . II . EPISTLES CRITICAL.
... , like Sisyphus , are falling still ; I own , by reading we may feed the flame , 140 But first must have that heat from whence it came ;. Else , like dry pumps whose springs their moisture mourn 22 Epist . II . EPISTLES CRITICAL.
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... falling stream ; Or should the falling stream incline to love , Let the words slide , and like its murmurs move : 86 Poor were the praise to paint a purling rill , To make it music is the Muse's skill ; Without her voice the spring runs ...
... falling stream ; Or should the falling stream incline to love , Let the words slide , and like its murmurs move : 86 Poor were the praise to paint a purling rill , To make it music is the Muse's skill ; Without her voice the spring runs ...
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... fall quivering to the ground . ] Here in the bower of beauty newly shorn , Let Fancy sit , and sing how Love was born ; Wrapt up in roses , Zephyr found the child , In Flora's cheek when first the Goddess smil'd : 144 . Nurs'd on the ...
... fall quivering to the ground . ] Here in the bower of beauty newly shorn , Let Fancy sit , and sing how Love was born ; Wrapt up in roses , Zephyr found the child , In Flora's cheek when first the Goddess smil'd : 144 . Nurs'd on 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.