Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Том 8;Объемы 15-17John Bell, 1797 |
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... eye , And each ambrosial grace . She calls me with a voice , that would excel The Orphean , could the golden lyre And charming tongue again conspire To vindicate Euridice from Hell . Lo ! from this abject Earth she seems to bear Me ...
... eye , And each ambrosial grace . She calls me with a voice , that would excel The Orphean , could the golden lyre And charming tongue again conspire To vindicate Euridice from Hell . Lo ! from this abject Earth she seems to bear Me ...
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... ; Dorset , sagacious Halifax , and those To whom the Muse her secrets does betray , Whom she instructs in her mysterious way , This dark enigma can disclose ; And with Lyncean eye , Conceal'd to meaner sight , 4 Ode I. ODES .
... ; Dorset , sagacious Halifax , and those To whom the Muse her secrets does betray , Whom she instructs in her mysterious way , This dark enigma can disclose ; And with Lyncean eye , Conceal'd to meaner sight , 4 Ode I. ODES .
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... eyes , And curses from his tongue . Beauteous Iberia ! once a potent state , Magnificent and fortunate ! With thy own Indies thou art sold , And wilt , I fear , repent , as Midas did of old , Thy thirst and avarice of gold . How often ...
... eyes , And curses from his tongue . Beauteous Iberia ! once a potent state , Magnificent and fortunate ! With thy own Indies thou art sold , And wilt , I fear , repent , as Midas did of old , Thy thirst and avarice of gold . How often ...
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Yet sleep not , Albion ; for , with armed hand , And watchful eyes , thy foes around thee stand . Nay , thy own sons , with thy best blessings fed , Conspire against thy sacred head , To drive thee to the last extreme ; While their ...
Yet sleep not , Albion ; for , with armed hand , And watchful eyes , thy foes around thee stand . Nay , thy own sons , with thy best blessings fed , Conspire against thy sacred head , To drive thee to the last extreme ; While their ...
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... eye : But oh ! their strength and spirits flown , They , like their conqu'ring swords , are grown Rusty with laying by . Dear Bat , I'm glad you've got a place , And since things thus have chaug'd their face , You'll give opposing o'er ...
... eye : But oh ! their strength and spirits flown , They , like their conqu'ring swords , are grown Rusty with laying by . Dear Bat , I'm glad you've got a place , And since things thus have chaug'd their face , You'll give opposing o'er ...
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Стр. 25 - By Music, minds an equal temper know, Nor swell too high, nor sink too low. If in the breast tumultuous joys arise, Music her soft, assuasive voice applies ; Or, when the soul is press'd with cares, Exalts her in enlivening airs.
Стр. 72 - Pope's heaven-strung lyre, nor Waller's ease, Nor Milton's mighty self, must please : Instead of these a formal band, In furs and coifs, around me stand; With sounds uncouth and accents dry, That grate the soul of harmony, Each pedant sage unlocks his store Of mystic, dark, discordant lore ; And points with tottering hand the ways That lead me to the thorny maze.
Стр. 45 - O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. Smit by her sacred frown, The fiend, Dissension, like a vapor sinks ; And e'en the all-dazzling crown Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks; Such was this heaven-loved isle, Than Lesbos fairer and the Cretan shore ! No more shall freedom smile ? Shall Britons languish, and be men no more ? Since all must life resign, Those sweet rewards which decorate the brave 'Tis folly to decline, And steal inglorious to the...
Стр. 73 - Then welcome business, welcome strife, Welcome the cares, the thorns of life ; The visage wan, the purblind sight, The toil by day, the lamp at night, The tedious forms, the solemn prate, The pert dispute, the dull debate, The drowsy bench, the babbling Hall, For thee, fair Justice, welcome all...
Стр. 70 - LAWYER'S FAREWELL TO HIS MUSE. As, by some tyrant's stern command, A wretch forsakes his native land, In foreign climes condemned to roam An endless exile from his home ; Pensive he treads the destined way, And dreads to go, nor dares to stay; Till on some...
Стр. 44 - What constitutes a State? Not high-raised battlement or labored mound, Thick wall or moated gate; Not cities proud, with spires and turrets crowned; Not bays and broad-armed ports, Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride; Not starred and spangled courts, Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No: MEN, high-minded MEN...
Стр. 26 - Thracian rais'd his strain, While Argo saw her kindred trees Descend from Pelion to the main : Transported demigods stood round, And men grew heroes at the sound...
Стр. 27 - He sung, and hell consented To hear the poet's prayer: Stern Proserpine relented, And gave him back the fair. Thus song could prevail O'er death and o'er hell, A conquest how hard and how glorious ! Though fate had fast bound her, With Styx nine times round her, Yet music and love were victorious.
Стр. 71 - I, thus doom'd from thee to part, Gay queen of fancy and of art, Reluctant move, with doubtful mind, Oft stop, and often look behind. Companion of my tender age...
Стр. 26 - Sisyphus, stands still, Ixion rests upon his wheel, And the pale spectres dance ! The furies sink upon their iron beds, And snakes uncurl'd hang list'ning round their he ids.