Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Объемы 7-8J. Bell, 1789 |
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... rage the ruffians haste on board . Though unprepar'd for war , our numbers few , Yet still we strove against the lawless crew ; Awhile th ' unequal conflict we maintain , Then sink o'erpower'd beneath the conqueror's chain : The ...
... rage the ruffians haste on board . Though unprepar'd for war , our numbers few , Yet still we strove against the lawless crew ; Awhile th ' unequal conflict we maintain , Then sink o'erpower'd beneath the conqueror's chain : The ...
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... rage my native land . Let ROME's ambitious sons no more prevail , Blast all their hopes , and let their counsels fail . Raise up some Prince to perfect that great plan 246 Go , Thy servant EDWARD ( under Thee ) began ; That Error's ...
... rage my native land . Let ROME's ambitious sons no more prevail , Blast all their hopes , and let their counsels fail . Raise up some Prince to perfect that great plan 246 Go , Thy servant EDWARD ( under Thee ) began ; That Error's ...
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... rage is spent . To happier mansions we shall soon remove , And meet in bliss , for we shall meet above , Crown'd with eternal peace , we then shall own How poor the contest for a worldly throne ! No feuds , no treasons can our joys ...
... rage is spent . To happier mansions we shall soon remove , And meet in bliss , for we shall meet above , Crown'd with eternal peace , we then shall own How poor the contest for a worldly throne ! No feuds , no treasons can our joys ...
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... rage Of Freedom's foes , and England's ills assuage ! - Grant but that prayer , I ask for no repeal , A willing victim for my country's weal ! With rapturous joy the crimson stream shall flow , And my heart leap to meet the friendly ...
... rage Of Freedom's foes , and England's ills assuage ! - Grant but that prayer , I ask for no repeal , A willing victim for my country's weal ! With rapturous joy the crimson stream shall flow , And my heart leap to meet the friendly ...
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... rage ; ( Most lov'd of men ! ) when fears of black presage Describe thy hand so fond of liberty , It never gave one parting throb for me . At every step you should have turn'd your eye , Dropt a regretful tear , and heav'd a sigh ; The ...
... rage ; ( Most lov'd of men ! ) when fears of black presage Describe thy hand so fond of liberty , It never gave one parting throb for me . At every step you should have turn'd your eye , Dropt a regretful tear , and heav'd a sigh ; The ...
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Стр. 137 - E'EN have you seen, bath'd in the morning dew, The budding rose its infant bloom display; When first its virgin tints unfold to view, It shrinks, and scarcely trusts the blaze of day. So soft, so delicate, so sweet she came, Youth's damask glow just dawning on her cheek; I gaz'd, I sigh'd, I caught the tender flame, Felt the fond pang, and droop'd with passion weak.
Стр. 121 - But happy they, the happiest of their kind, Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace ; but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where friendship...
Стр. 163 - scape from Fortune's rage, And bear the scars of envy, spite, and scorn, Yet with mankind no horrid war I wage, Yet with no impious spleen my breast is torn : For virtue lost, and ruin'd man, I mourn.
Стр. 89 - I'll complain, Nor ask an EUEN for a transient guest. Enough has Heaven indulg'd of joy below, To tempt our tarriance in this lov'd retreat: Enough has Heaven ordain'd of useful woe, To make us languish for a happier seat.
Стр. 94 - What equal fondness dealt th' allotted food ! What joy each other's likeness to descry, And future sonnets in the chirping brood ! But ah ! what earthly happiness can last ? How does the fairest purpose often fail ! A truant school-boy's wantonness could blast Their flattering hopes, and leave them both to wail.
Стр. 100 - Sent by an order of the Fates, A gunner met them in the vale. Alarm'd, the lover cry'd, " My dear, Haste, haste away ; from danger fly ! Here, gunner, turn thy vengeance, here ! O ! spare my love, and let me die.
Стр. 17 - And teach the diffident, discreeter part Of knaves that plot, and fools that fawn for power. So, round thy brow when Age's honours spread, When Death's cold hand unstrings thy MASON'S lyre, When the green turf lies lightly on his head, Thy worth shall some superior bard inspire : He, to the amplest bounds of Time's domain, On Rapture's plume shall give thy name to fly; For trust, with reverence trust this Sabine strain : * " The Muse forbids the virtuous man to die.
Стр. 137 - I'd climb the rock, explore the flood, And tame the famish'd savage of the wood. When scorching summer drinks the shrinking streams, My care should screen thee from its sultry beams ; At noon I'd crown thee with the fairest flowers, At eve I'd lead thee to the safest bowers...
Стр. 154 - ... they retired each to a several Convent, and consecrated the remainder of their days to religion. It was many years after this separation, that a letter of Abelard's to a Friend, which contained the history of his misfortune, fell into the hands of Eloisa. This awakening all her Tenderness, occasioned those celebrated letters (out of which the following is partly extracted) which gives so lively a picture of the struggles of grace and nature, virtue and passion.
Стр. 16 - Friendship fail'd, indignant view, Yet pity Dryden ; hark, whene'er he sings, How Adulation drops her courtly dew On titled Rhymers, and inglorious Kings. See, from the depths of his exhaustless mine, His glitt'ring stores the tuneful Spendthrift throws, Where Fear, or Interest bids ; behold they shine j Now grace a Cromwell's, now a Charles's brows.