Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. X.John Bell, 1789 - 192 עמודים |
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עמוד 33
... fair swans on Thamis ' lovely tide , The which do trim their pennons silver bright , In shining ranks they down their waters ride ; Oft have mine eyes devour'd the gallant sight . Then cast thy looks with wonder and delight , Where yon ...
... fair swans on Thamis ' lovely tide , The which do trim their pennons silver bright , In shining ranks they down their waters ride ; Oft have mine eyes devour'd the gallant sight . Then cast thy looks with wonder and delight , Where yon ...
עמוד 36
... fair we love expects to be obey'd , Although she bid us with the kestrel fly ; So forth I prick , though much by doubt dismay'd , The hard experiment resolv'd to try : For she was wond'rous fair , and much in love was I. IV . A grove I ...
... fair we love expects to be obey'd , Although she bid us with the kestrel fly ; So forth I prick , though much by doubt dismay'd , The hard experiment resolv'd to try : For she was wond'rous fair , and much in love was I. IV . A grove I ...
עמוד 37
... fair be- tide . VII . " Ah ! woe is me , she cry'd , since Colin's fled , Whose gentle presence did these plains adorn , Soon was he ravish'd from the nuptial bed , Torn from these arms , from his dear leman torn ! O grief ! far sharper ...
... fair be- tide . VII . " Ah ! woe is me , she cry'd , since Colin's fled , Whose gentle presence did these plains adorn , Soon was he ravish'd from the nuptial bed , Torn from these arms , from his dear leman torn ! O grief ! far sharper ...
עמוד 39
... fair , And swore to love her all my length of life ; Then offer'd her to gorgeous domes to bear , Where haidegives are daunc'd to harp and fife . She soon forgot she was another's wife , And granted Poem III . 39 STANZA OF SPENSER .
... fair , And swore to love her all my length of life ; Then offer'd her to gorgeous domes to bear , Where haidegives are daunc'd to harp and fife . She soon forgot she was another's wife , And granted Poem III . 39 STANZA OF SPENSER .
עמוד 40
... Fair jovisaunce sat on the face of all , And to the daunce the sprightly minstrels play , Each seem'd as sportive as the wanton jay . The dame , who own'd the house , was passing old , And had , it seems , that morning dealt away To her ...
... Fair jovisaunce sat on the face of all , And to the daunce the sprightly minstrels play , Each seem'd as sportive as the wanton jay . The dame , who own'd the house , was passing old , And had , it seems , that morning dealt away To her ...
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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...