The beauties of English poetry, selected from the most esteemed authors, by dr. Wolcot, Том 1John Wolcot 1804 |
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... night . Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen ; Plain was their dress , and modest was their mien . " Great idol , of mankind ! we neither claim The praise of merit , nor aspire to fame ; But , safe in deserts from th ' applause ...
... night . Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen ; Plain was their dress , and modest was their mien . " Great idol , of mankind ! we neither claim The praise of merit , nor aspire to fame ; But , safe in deserts from th ' applause ...
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... nights , polite are all our days ; Courts we frequent , where ' t is our pleasing care To pay due visits , and address the fair : In fact , ' t is true , no nymph we could persuade , But still in fancy vanquish'd ev'ry maid ; Of unknown ...
... nights , polite are all our days ; Courts we frequent , where ' t is our pleasing care To pay due visits , and address the fair : In fact , ' t is true , no nymph we could persuade , But still in fancy vanquish'd ev'ry maid ; Of unknown ...
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... night , by day , Pervious to winds , and open ev'ry way . As flames by nature to the skies ascend , As weighty bodies to the centre tend , As to the sea returning rivers roll , And the touch'd needle trembles to the pole ; Hither , as ...
... night , by day , Pervious to winds , and open ev'ry way . As flames by nature to the skies ascend , As weighty bodies to the centre tend , As to the sea returning rivers roll , And the touch'd needle trembles to the pole ; Hither , as ...
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... night - raven sings ; There under ebon shades , and low - brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert , ever dwell ! But come , thou Goddess fair and free , In Heav'n yclep'd EUPHROSYNE , And by men , heart - easing ...
... night - raven sings ; There under ebon shades , and low - brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert , ever dwell ! But come , thou Goddess fair and free , In Heav'n yclep'd EUPHROSYNE , And by men , heart - easing ...
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... night , From his watch - tower in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good - morrow , Through the sweet - briar , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock ...
... night , From his watch - tower in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good - morrow , Through the sweet - briar , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock ...
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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 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 Twas vale ween wild wind wing wish WOLCOT wretch youth ZEPHYR
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Стр. 57 - And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing...
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. 50 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweetbriar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
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, And the night-raven sings; There, under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Стр. 60 - That own'd 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. 59 - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook ; And of those daemons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops...
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. 54 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse...
Стр. 48 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
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 O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's...