Отзывы - Написать отзыв
Не удалось найти ни одного отзыва.
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Abelard Adrastus Aeolia aequis Andraemon Aonia Argos arms atque bliss blood breast bright Cadmus charms Chaucer clouds crouchen crown'd cry'd dame dear delight Deucalion dire divine dread Dryope e'er Eteocles eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flames flow'ry frondes fury gentle Gods grace haec heard heart heav'n heav'nly Hippomedon honours igne illa Imitations Jove joys kiss Laius Lord lov'd mihi modo Muse night numbers numina Nymph o'er omne once Phaon Phœbus pleas'd Poets Polynices pow'r pray'r Pyrrha quae quam Quid quod quoth race rage reign rest rise rocks sacred Sappho scorn seem'd shades shine sigh sight silent skies soft soul spouse spread tamen tears temple tender Theban Thebes thee thou thro throne tibi Tisiphone tow'rs tree trembling Twas Tydeus ultro Venus Vertumnus wand'ring wife wretched youth
Стр. 32 - Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Стр. 32 - The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze ; No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid.
Стр. 59 - The figur'd games of Greece the column grace, Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race. The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone ; The champions in distorted postures threat ; 220 And all appear'd irregularly great. Here happy Horace tun'd th...
Стр. 37 - Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Стр. 29 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this power away; And is my Abelard less kind than they?
Стр. 35 - The phantom flies me, as unkind as you. I call aloud; it hears not what I say; I stretch my empty arms; it glides away: To dream once more I close my willing eyes; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise! 240 Alas no more!— methinks we wandring go Thro...
Стр. 37 - When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll, And fwelling organs lift the rifing foul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priefts, tapers, temples, fwim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging foul is drown'd, 275 While Altars blaze, and Angels tremble round.
Стр. 30 - em all: Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove; No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!