Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. X.John Bell, 1789 - 192 עמודים |
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עמוד 28
... tear . XIV . ' Twas SHE that bade Euphormius quell each thought That well mote rise to check his generous aid . Tho high the torts which Lycon him had wrought , Tho few the flocks his humble pastures fed , When as he learn'd Pastora's ...
... tear . XIV . ' Twas SHE that bade Euphormius quell each thought That well mote rise to check his generous aid . Tho high the torts which Lycon him had wrought , Tho few the flocks his humble pastures fed , When as he learn'd Pastora's ...
עמוד 35
... tears refrain . Me Columbel commanded far to go ' Till I should full three hundred Nymphs attain , Whose hearts should aye with Virtue's lessons glow , And to all swains but one cry out for ever , No. II . To find the fortilage that ne ...
... tears refrain . Me Columbel commanded far to go ' Till I should full three hundred Nymphs attain , Whose hearts should aye with Virtue's lessons glow , And to all swains but one cry out for ever , No. II . To find the fortilage that ne ...
עמוד 37
... tear , And she bewept the absence of her dear . Alas ! should beauty be to woe allay'd ? Beauty , methinks , should meet with better cheer , Content should never wander from her side ; Good luck , I pray to Heav'n , the face that's fair ...
... tear , And she bewept the absence of her dear . Alas ! should beauty be to woe allay'd ? Beauty , methinks , should meet with better cheer , Content should never wander from her side ; Good luck , I pray to Heav'n , the face that's fair ...
עמוד 38
... tear the bounding fawn ; But sparrows mild are form'd for feats of love , And kids dew not with blood the flow'ry lawn ; Then how shall he , in whom all graces dawn , In the red field the cruel paynim kill ? For scenes like these find ...
... tear the bounding fawn ; But sparrows mild are form'd for feats of love , And kids dew not with blood the flow'ry lawn ; Then how shall he , in whom all graces dawn , In the red field the cruel paynim kill ? For scenes like these find ...
עמוד 39
... tear : Adieu the circled green , the buxom wake , Since Colin's gone I taste of nought but drear . Stretch me , ye maidens , stretch me on the bier , And let my grave - stone these true words adorn : A wretched maiden lies intombed here ...
... tear : Adieu the circled green , the buxom wake , Since Colin's gone I taste of nought but drear . Stretch me , ye maidens , stretch me on the bier , And let my grave - stone these true words adorn : A wretched maiden lies intombed here ...
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adorn auncient beauteous beauty beneath birdlime Bishop of London blatant-beast bliss bosom bowre breast bright cave certes changd charms cliffs Columbel coursers Cupid dale dark Edwin eyes FAERIE QUEENE fair fallow deer fame Fancy farre Favonius fell flame flowery flowre gale gentle grace green grove happy heart heaven hight hill hope Kathrin Knight lawnskepe Lemman Lycon lyre maid mind morn mote murmuring Muse Nature's ne'er never Nymph o'er pain pale peace perdie Phoebus Poem powre pride Psyche quoth rage rill rise rose forbear round rovd scene seem'd shade shepherd sight skie smile smyle song soon sooth soul Spenser spleen Squire of Dames stream stronds swain sweet Syr Martyns tale tear thee thine thou thrall toil truth vale virtue wander warbling wave ween wend wight wild wings wylde youth
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עמוד 127 - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose ! Can Passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.
עמוד 106 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene. In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on. ocean-wave serene The southern sun diffused his dazzling...
עמוד 100 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven I X.
עמוד 113 - O Nature, how in every charm supreme ! Whose votaries feast on raptures ever new ! O for the voice and fire of seraphim, To sing thy glories with devotion due ! Blest be the day I 'scaped the wrangling crew. From Pyrrho's maze, and Epicurus...
עמוד 130 - Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome, Where night and desolation ever frown. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down ; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrown, Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave. And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
עמוד 138 - Sweet were your shades, O ye primeval groves ! Whose boughs to man his food and shelter lent, Pure in his pleasures, happy in his loves, His eye still smiling, and his heart content. Then, hand in hand, health, sport, and labour went. Nature supply'd the wish she taught to crave.
עמוד 115 - O cruel ! will no pang of pity pierce That heart, by lust of lucre sear'd to stone ? For sure, if aught of virtue last, or verse, To latest times shall tender souls bemoan Those hopeless orphan-babes by thy fell arts undone.
עמוד 97 - I who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar...
עמוד 148 - Warbling at will through each harmonious maze, Was taught to modulate the artful strain, I fain would sing : — but ah ! I strive in vain. Sighs from a breaking heart my voice confound . With trembling step, to join yon weeping train , I haste, where gleams funereal glare around, And, mix'd with shrieks of woe, the knells of death resound. LXII. Adieu, ye lays, that Fancy's flowers adorn, The soft amusement of the vacant mind...
עמוד 123 - OF chance or change, 0 let not man complain, Else shall he never, never cease to wail ; For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain Rears the lone cottage in the silent dale, All feel the assault of Fortune's fickle gale...