Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, כרך 1Harrison and Company, 1781 |
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עמוד 107
... smile • Excufe his rashness , and reward his toil . ' Stood motionless the fair with mute furprize , And read him over with admiring eyes ; And , while fhe ftedfaft gaz'd , a pleafing fmart Ran thrilling thro ' her veins , and reach'd ...
... smile • Excufe his rashness , and reward his toil . ' Stood motionless the fair with mute furprize , And read him over with admiring eyes ; And , while fhe ftedfaft gaz'd , a pleafing fmart Ran thrilling thro ' her veins , and reach'd ...
עמוד 135
... smile , above controul : No art can tune the inharmonius foul . Some rules , ' tis true , unerring , you may cull , And void of life , be regularly dull ; Correctly flat may flow each ftudied rhime , And each low period indolently chime ...
... smile , above controul : No art can tune the inharmonius foul . Some rules , ' tis true , unerring , you may cull , And void of life , be regularly dull ; Correctly flat may flow each ftudied rhime , And each low period indolently chime ...
עמוד 139
... smile , or air bestows , Till all the goddess from the canvas rofe . Immortal Milton , hail ! whofe lofty strain With conscious ftrength does vulgar themes difdain ; S 2 Sublime Sublime afcended thy fuperior foul , Where neither ...
... smile , or air bestows , Till all the goddess from the canvas rofe . Immortal Milton , hail ! whofe lofty strain With conscious ftrength does vulgar themes difdain ; S 2 Sublime Sublime afcended thy fuperior foul , Where neither ...
עמוד 144
... smile , The fhort and fimple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike th ' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor Nor you ...
... smile , The fhort and fimple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike th ' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor Nor you ...
עמוד 153
... smile . For when Paridel tries in the dance Any favour with Phyllis to find , O how , with one trivial glance , Might fhe ruin the peace of my mind ! In ringlets he dreffes his hair , And his crook is bestudded around ; And his pipe - O ...
... smile . For when Paridel tries in the dance Any favour with Phyllis to find , O how , with one trivial glance , Might fhe ruin the peace of my mind ! In ringlets he dreffes his hair , And his crook is bestudded around ; And his pipe - O ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleffings blefs'd blifs bofom breaſt cauſe charms chearful cloſe crown'd death defcend defire deſpair e'en eaſe erft ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fear feas feems fenfe fhade fhall fhining fhore fhould fide fighs fight filent fing firſt fkies flain fleep flow'rs fmiles foft fome fong fons foon foothe forrow foul ftands ftill ftrain ftream fuch fweet fwell grief heart Heav'n Higham Hill himſelf juft laft laſt loft Lycon lyre magick mind moſt mourn Mufe muft muſt ne'er night numbers nymph o'er paffion pain peace plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe rage raiſe reafon reft reſt rife ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſpread ſtate ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro trembling Twas virtue weeping whofe Whoſe wiſh youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 145 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
עמוד 145 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
עמוד 149 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
עמוד 142 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
עמוד 141 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
עמוד 145 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
עמוד 147 - I fed on the smiles of my dear? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown; Alas ! where with her I have stray'd, I could wander with pleasure, alone.
עמוד 142 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
עמוד 148 - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound : Not a beech's more beautiful green, But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields, in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold : Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold. One would think she might like to retire To the bow'r I have labour'd to rear...
עמוד 442 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!