Various Poems: The Wanderer, a Moral Poem, The Triumph of Mirth and Health, and The Bastard. To which is Prefixed a Pref., Giving Some Account of Them
J. Turner, 1761 - Всего страниц: 115
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Abelard Æther Bard Beams behold beneath Blaze blest Bliss Bloom Bosom Breast Breath bright Britannia CANTO Charms Clouds cries crown'd Dæmons dear Death Deucalion divine Dunciad Ev'n ev'ry Eyes fair Fame Fancy Fate Flame flies flow Flow'rs fond Friend gen'rous Glory glow Goddess Grace green Grief Heart Heav'n heav'nly Hence Hermit Honour inspire Kings Lays Light Lise lost lov'd Love Lustre Lyre melting Mind Muse Numbers o'er Olympia once Pain pale Passion Phaon Pity Pow'r Praise pray'r Prelate Pride Pyrrha Rage Raptures Rays RICHARD SAVAGE rise Rocks round sacred Saints Sapho Scene seel Seraph Shade shine Sighs sirst Skies Sleep Smile soft Soul Spirits spread Spring Strain sweet swell Swift taught Tears tender thee thine thou Thought thro trembling Truth Tyrconnel Vale venal Virtue wand'ring warm wat'ry weep wild Wind Wings Youth Zeal
Стр. 129 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, 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. 129 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering 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...
Стр. 126 - Curse on all laws but those which love has made ! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Стр. 134 - 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. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
Стр. 131 - But let heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd; Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd! Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue, Renounce my love, my life, myself — and you. Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he Alone can rival, can succeed to thee.
Стр. 124 - Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains: Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn! Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep, And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep! Tho' cold like you, unmov'd and silent grown, I have not yet forgot myself to stone.
Стр. 127 - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Стр. 127 - Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.