Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. X.John Bell, 1789 - Počet stran: 192 |
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... Lycon and Euphormius , by William Melmoth , Esq . 23 V. The Minstrel ; or , The Pro- gress of Genius , by J. Beattie , L. L. D. III . The Squire of Dames , by Moses Mendez , Esq . 32 Notes on the Poems in the Stanza of Spenser.
... Lycon and Euphormius , by William Melmoth , Esq . 23 V. The Minstrel ; or , The Pro- gress of Genius , by J. Beattie , L. L. D. III . The Squire of Dames , by Moses Mendez , Esq . 32 Notes on the Poems in the Stanza of Spenser.
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... day's set task here ended ) must remain Unsung ; far nobler verse mote they renown : Unkyoke the toiled steers , the weary sun goes down . POEM II . THE TRANSFORMATION OF LYCON AND EUPHORMIUS . 22 Poem 1 . POEMS IN THE , & c .
... day's set task here ended ) must remain Unsung ; far nobler verse mote they renown : Unkyoke the toiled steers , the weary sun goes down . POEM II . THE TRANSFORMATION OF LYCON AND EUPHORMIUS . 22 Poem 1 . POEMS IN THE , & c .
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... I fond in paynim tale enroll'd ; Which for ensample drad my Muse shall here unfold . II . What time Arcadia's flowret vallies fam'd , Pelasgus , first of monarchs old , obey'd , There wonn'd a wight , and Lycon was he nam'd.
... I fond in paynim tale enroll'd ; Which for ensample drad my Muse shall here unfold . II . What time Arcadia's flowret vallies fam'd , Pelasgus , first of monarchs old , obey'd , There wonn'd a wight , and Lycon was he nam'd.
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... shepherd's eye : Yet pleas'd she not base Lycon's evil spright , Tho blame in her not Malice moten spy , Clear , without spot , as summer's cloudless sky . Hence poets feign'd , Lycean Pan array'd In Lycon's form 24 Poem II . POEMS IN THE.
... shepherd's eye : Yet pleas'd she not base Lycon's evil spright , Tho blame in her not Malice moten spy , Clear , without spot , as summer's cloudless sky . Hence poets feign'd , Lycean Pan array'd In Lycon's form 24 Poem II . POEMS IN THE.
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... Lycon's form , enflam'd with passion high , Deceiv'd her mother in the covert glade , And from the stoln embrace ysprong the heavenly Maid . V. Thus fabling they mean while the Damsel fair A shepherd Youth remark'd , as o'er the plain ...
... Lycon's form , enflam'd with passion high , Deceiv'd her mother in the covert glade , And from the stoln embrace ysprong the heavenly Maid . V. Thus fabling they mean while the Damsel fair A shepherd Youth remark'd , as o'er the plain ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 97 - I who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...