The Beauties of English Poetry, Том 1C. Spilsbury, 1804 |
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... on which its sportive use by Dr. WOLCOT has conferred a celebrity far higher and more ex- tensive than was given to it by the ancient BARD of THEBES . The Publisher has only to express his hope , that ADVERTISEMENT .
... on which its sportive use by Dr. WOLCOT has conferred a celebrity far higher and more ex- tensive than was given to it by the ancient BARD of THEBES . The Publisher has only to express his hope , that ADVERTISEMENT .
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Peter Pindar. The Publisher has only to express his hope , that the attempt will be received with candour , and will answer all those ends of general instruc- tion and entertainment which he had in view in preparing it . CONTENTS ...
Peter Pindar. The Publisher has only to express his hope , that the attempt will be received with candour , and will answer all those ends of general instruc- tion and entertainment which he had in view in preparing it . CONTENTS ...
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... Hope in disappointment lost- And injur'd Merit , with a downcast eye , ( Hurt by neglect ) slow stalking heedless by . Loud the shouts of MADNESS rise , Various voices , various cries , Mirth unmeaning - causeless moans , Bursts of ...
... Hope in disappointment lost- And injur'd Merit , with a downcast eye , ( Hurt by neglect ) slow stalking heedless by . Loud the shouts of MADNESS rise , Various voices , various cries , Mirth unmeaning - causeless moans , Bursts of ...
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... HOPE , at the frown aghast , yet ling'ring , flies , 1 And dash'd on TERROR's rocks , FAITH's best dependence lies . But ah ! -too thick they crowd , -too close they throng , Objects of pity and affright ! - Spare farther the ...
... HOPE , at the frown aghast , yet ling'ring , flies , 1 And dash'd on TERROR's rocks , FAITH's best dependence lies . But ah ! -too thick they crowd , -too close they throng , Objects of pity and affright ! - Spare farther the ...
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... hope was cross'd , ' T was late , ' t was far , the path was lost That reach'd the neighbour - town ; With weary steps he quits the shades , Resolv'd , the darkling dome he treads , And drops his limbs adown . But scant he lays him on ...
... hope was cross'd , ' T was late , ' t was far , the path was lost That reach'd the neighbour - town ; With weary steps he quits the shades , Resolv'd , the darkling dome he treads , And drops his limbs adown . But scant he lays him on ...
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appear'd arms bards beauty behold blush boast bosom bow'r breast breath bring charms clouds cries crown'd Dæmons dear delight drest DRYAD EDWIN ELEGY ENGLISH POETRY ev'ry eyes fair FAIR-ONE fairies fame fate fav'rite fire flame fond gentle glowing Goddess gold golden grace grief grove HAFEZ haste hath hear heart Heav'n heave honour immortal Israel John Walker JULIA light loud lover MADRIGAL maid MIRTH mourn Muse ne'er night Nymph o'er OBERON ORPHEUS pale passion PETRARCH PINCHBECK PINDAR pity plain Pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise rais'd RICHARD JAGO rill rise roof scene seem'd shade shone shrine sigh sight sing Sir TOPAZ skies smile song sorrows soul sound spectres stream stretch'd swains sweet tale tears tempest THEBES thee thine thou thousand thro throne thunder tow'ring train vale ween wild wind wing wish WOLCOT youth ZEPHYR
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Стр. 53 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp and feast and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Стр. 60 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek!
Стр. 58 - Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight. Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustomed oak; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
Стр. 60 - Canace to wife That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar King did ride; And if aught else great Bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung Of turneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Стр. 48 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings...
Стр. 53 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Стр. 58 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Стр. 56 - But hail, thou goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view...
Стр. 99 - She next the stately Bull implored ; And thus replied the mighty lord: "Since every beast alive can tell That I sincerely wish you well ; I may, without offence, pretend To take the freedom of a friend. Love calls me hence ; a favourite cow Expects me near yon barley-mow; And when a lady's in the case, You know all other things give place. To leave you thus might seem unkind, But see, the Goat is just behind.
Стр. 21 - And live there men who slight immortal fame ? Who then with incense shall adore our name ? But, mortals ! know, 'tis still our greatest pride To blaze those virtues which the good would hide. Rise ! Muses, rise ! add all your tuneful breath ; These must not sleep in darkness and in death.