Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. XIII.John Bell, 1791 - Всего страниц: 176 |
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... grove ; Oft deign'd my sacred steps to lead Along the dewy pathless mead ; Or up the dusky lawn , to spy The last faint gleamings of the twilight sky . Then wilt thou still thy pensive vot'ry meet , Oft as he calls thee to this gloomy ...
... grove ; Oft deign'd my sacred steps to lead Along the dewy pathless mead ; Or up the dusky lawn , to spy The last faint gleamings of the twilight sky . Then wilt thou still thy pensive vot'ry meet , Oft as he calls thee to this gloomy ...
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... grove , or rocky dale , Or wand'ring from the russet cot , To seek the deep - embosom'd grot , Beneath the orange shade inclos'd , Or in the myrtle bower repos'd , Or where the flaunting flowers have wove With mingled sweets the high ...
... grove , or rocky dale , Or wand'ring from the russet cot , To seek the deep - embosom'd grot , Beneath the orange shade inclos'd , Or in the myrtle bower repos'd , Or where the flaunting flowers have wove With mingled sweets the high ...
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... grove : Or with the fairy elves be seen In dances on the level green : Should baleful War , ' mid loud alarms , ' Mid vanquish'd foes , and conquering arms , ' Mid hosts o'erthrown , and myriads slain , On Britain fix his iron reign ...
... grove : Or with the fairy elves be seen In dances on the level green : Should baleful War , ' mid loud alarms , ' Mid vanquish'd foes , and conquering arms , ' Mid hosts o'erthrown , and myriads slain , On Britain fix his iron reign ...
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... grove , Where the self - motion'd atoms rove In mazy mystic play . Some vain hypothesis admit , The specious cobweb - work of wit ; And daringly deny What every object round avows , What every act of Reason shews , An All - wise Deity ...
... grove , Where the self - motion'd atoms rove In mazy mystic play . Some vain hypothesis admit , The specious cobweb - work of wit ; And daringly deny What every object round avows , What every act of Reason shews , An All - wise Deity ...
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... grove , Or Philomel's melodious love , That glads the midnight hours ! For me ( alas ! ) the god of day Ne'er glitters on the hawthorn spray , Nor night her comfort brings : I have no pleasure in the rose : For me no vernal beauty blows ...
... grove , Or Philomel's melodious love , That glads the midnight hours ! For me ( alas ! ) the god of day Ne'er glitters on the hawthorn spray , Nor night her comfort brings : I have no pleasure in the rose : For me no vernal beauty blows ...
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Стр. 105 - Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle powers, We, who improve his golden hours, By sweet experience know, That marriage, rightly understood, Gives to the tender and the good, A paradise below.
Стр. 27 - Solitude, romantic maid ! Whether by nodding towers you tread ; Or haunt the desert's trackless gloom, Or hover o'er the yawning tomb ; Or climb the Andes' clifted side, Or by the Nile's coy source abide : Or, starting from your half-year's sleep, From Hecla view the thawing deep : Or, at the purple dawn of day, Tadmor's marble wastes survey." observing,
Стр. 104 - Though singularity and pride Be call'd our choice, we'll step aside, Nor join the giddy dance. From the gay world we'll oft retire To our own family and fire, Where love our hours employs ; No noisy neighbour enters here, No intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heart-felt joys.
Стр. 83 - WHEN in the crimson cloud of even The lingering light decays, And Hesper on the front of heaven His glittering gem displays ; Deep in the silent vale, unseen, Beside a lulling stream, A pensive youth of placid mien Indulged this tender theme : " Ye cliffs, in hoary grandeur piled High o'er the glimmering dale ; Ye woods, along whose windings wild Murmurs the solemn gale : Where Melancholy strays forlorn, And Woe retires to weep, What time the wan moon's yellow horn Gleams on the western deep :
Стр. 107 - Shall thro' the gloomy vale attend, And cheer our dying breath; Shall, when all other comforts cease, Like a kind angel whisper peace And smooth the bed of Death.
Стр. 85 - Thy shades, thy silence now be mine, Thy charms my only theme ; My haunt the hollow cliff, whose pine Waves o'er the gloomy stream. Whence the scared owl on pinions gray Breaks from the rustling boughs, And down the lone vale sails away To more profound repose.
Стр. 142 - Stately the feast, and high the cheer : Girt with many an armed peer, And canopied with golden pall, Amid Cilgarran's castle hall, Sublime in formidable state, And warlike splendour, Henry sate ; Prepar'd to stain the briny flood Of Shannon's lakes with rebel blood.
Стр. 49 - Cytherea's fading bloom, Be objects of my pray'r : Let Av'rice, Vanity, and Pride, These glitt'ring envy'd toys divide, The dull rewards of care. To me thy better gifts impart, Each moral beauty of the heart By studious thought refin'd : For Wealth, the smiles of glad content, For Pow'r, its amplest, best extent, An empire o'er my mind.
Стр. 147 - tis thine to save From dark oblivion Arthur's grave ! So may thy ships securely stem The western frith : thy diadem Shine victorious in the van, Nor heed the slings of Ulster's clan : Thy Norman pikemen win their way Up the dun rocks of Harald's bay : And from the steeps of rough Kildare Thy prancing hoofs the falcon scare : So may thy bow's unerring yew Its shafts in Roderick's heart imbrue.
Стр. 147 - E'en now he seems, with eager pace, The consecrated floor to trace, And ope, from its tremendous gloom, The treasure of the wondrous tomb...