PoemsD. Leach, 1767 - 271 עמודים |
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Æneid AMYNTAS beſt bleffing bleft bleſs blifs bofom breaſt bright Chiron cou'd crown'd Cupid Cydippe dear delight deſpair dread eaſe Erft ev'ry eyes fafe faid fair fame fhall fhepherd fhew fide figh filent fix'd flame flaves fleep fmiles foft fome fond fong foon forrow foul ftand ftill fuch fure fwain fweet goodneſs grace hafte hand happy heart heav'n honeft houſe juft labour laſt lefs lov'd LUBBERKIN maid Margate Megacles midft mind moſt mufe muft muſt nymph o'er paffion pain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe preſent prince raiſe rofe round ſcene ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſkies ſmile ſome ſpeak ſpoke ſpread ſtate ſtill SUSAN ſweet tears Telemachus tender thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro throng toil tranſport truth virtue virtue's whofe whoſe wife wiſh wretched Zara
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עמוד 104 - Just in the gate, and in the jaws of hell, Revengeful Cares and sullen Sorrows dwell, And pale Diseases, and repining Age, Want, Fear, and Famine's unresisted rage; Here Toils, and Death, and Death's half-brother, Sleep, (Forms terrible to view) their sentry keep; With anxious Pleasures of a guilty mind, Deep Frauds before, and open Force behind; The Furies...
עמוד 95 - O'er whose unhappy waters, void of light, No bird presumes to steer his airy flight; Such deadly stenches from the depth arise, And steaming sulphur, that infects the skies.
עמוד 10 - Twas but the vain anxiety of love. Torn from thy fond embrace, the ftrand I gain, Where mourning friends...
עמוד 248 - Twixt soul and body a divorce, It could not sunder man and wife, Because they both lived but one life. Peace, good reader. Do not weep. Peace, the lovers are asleep. They, sweet turtles, folded lie In the last knot love could tie.
עמוד 9 - Our forrow, grown too mighty to fuftain, Now fnatch'd us, fainting, from the fenfe of pain. Together finking in the trance divine, I caught thy fleeting foul, and gave thee mine. O ! bleft oblivion of tormenting care ! O ! why recall'd to life and to defpair ? The dreadful fummons came, to part — and why? Why not the kinder fummons but to die ? To die together were to part no more, To land in fafety on fome peaceful fhore, Where love's the bufinefs of immortal life, And happy fpirits only guefs...
עמוד 38 - Justice, is one who sits at the same table and enjoys the conversation of the fellows. It differs from what is called a gentleman-commoner at Oxford, not only in the name but also in the greater privileges and licences indulged to the members of this order ; who do not only enjoy the conversation of the fellows, but likewise a full liberty of following their own imaginations in everything.
עמוד 17 - Of each I met, with pleading tears I fought. In vain I fought; fome, confcious of my pain, With horrid filence pointed to the main. Some with a fneer the brutal thought exprefs'd.
עמוד 8 - Tis thine, thine only, Zara, that it loves. A private lot had made the claim but one, The prince alone muft love, for virtue, fhun. Ah ! why, diftinguifh'd from the happier crowd> To me the blifs of millions difallow'd ? Why was I...
עמוד 11 - They mock'd my fufferings, and my pangs renew'd ; In groans, not fleep, I pafs'd the weary night, And rofe to labour with the morning light. Yet, thus of dignity and eafe beguil'd, Thus fcorn'd and fcourg'd, infulted and revil'd, If heav'n with thee my faithful arms had bleft, And fill'd with love my intervals of reft, Short tho...
עמוד 18 - My breaft ftill haunted by a motly train, Now doubts, now hopes prevail'd, now joy, now pain. Now fix'd I ftand, my fpirit fled to thine, Nor note the time, nor fee the fun decline ; Now rouz'd I ftart, and wing'd with fear I run, In vain, alas ! for 'tis myfelf I'd fhun.