Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, כרך 1Harrison and Company, 1781 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 66
עמוד 9
... bear , For death is vegetable there . Hence is the frame of health unbrac'd , • Each finew flack'ning at the taste , The foul to paffion yields her throne , And fees with organs not her own ; While , like the flumb'rer in the night ...
... bear , For death is vegetable there . Hence is the frame of health unbrac'd , • Each finew flack'ning at the taste , The foul to paffion yields her throne , And fees with organs not her own ; While , like the flumb'rer in the night ...
עמוד 13
... bears the wrestling bark along , Till found'ring , fhe refigns to fate , And finks , o'erwhelm'd , with all her freight . So , baffling ev'ry bar to fin , And Heav'n's own pilot plac'd within , Along Along the devious , smooth descent ...
... bears the wrestling bark along , Till found'ring , fhe refigns to fate , And finks , o'erwhelm'd , with all her freight . So , baffling ev'ry bar to fin , And Heav'n's own pilot plac'd within , Along Along the devious , smooth descent ...
עמוד 39
... shall a truly British age Bear a vile race of eunuchs on the stage : The boasted work's call'd National in vain , If one Italian voice pollutes the strain . Where Where tyrants rule , and flaves with joy obey , BEAUTIES OF POETRY . 39.
... shall a truly British age Bear a vile race of eunuchs on the stage : The boasted work's call'd National in vain , If one Italian voice pollutes the strain . Where Where tyrants rule , and flaves with joy obey , BEAUTIES OF POETRY . 39.
עמוד 42
... bear the grey coquette , Or force a laugh with over - grown Julett ? Her speech , look , action , humour , all are juft , But then her age and figure give disguft . ' Are foibles , then , and graces of the mind , In real life , to fize ...
... bear the grey coquette , Or force a laugh with over - grown Julett ? Her speech , look , action , humour , all are juft , But then her age and figure give disguft . ' Are foibles , then , and graces of the mind , In real life , to fize ...
עמוד 43
... bear Certificate of birth - time when - place where ; For how can criticks rightly fix their worth , Unless they know the minute of their birth ? An audience , too , deceiv'd , may find , too late , That they have clapp'd an actor out ...
... bear Certificate of birth - time when - place where ; For how can criticks rightly fix their worth , Unless they know the minute of their birth ? An audience , too , deceiv'd , may find , too late , That they have clapp'd an actor out ...
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!