Poems by Mr. JerninghamGraisberry and Campbell, 1790 - Počet stran: 273 |
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... d her radiant bloom , While adverse stars all other gifts remov'd ; Who hurried from the dungeon's living tomb ! To scenes their inborn virtue disapprov❜d . B 2 What What tho ' their youth imbib'd an early stain , [ 3 ]
... d her radiant bloom , While adverse stars all other gifts remov'd ; Who hurried from the dungeon's living tomb ! To scenes their inborn virtue disapprov❜d . B 2 What What tho ' their youth imbib'd an early stain , [ 3 ]
Strana 39
... flowing hair , Cull'd from an humble vale , a wreath to twine , To Beauty's altar with the Loves repair , And wake the lute befide that living fhrine : That That facred fhrine ! where female virtue glows , Where [ 39 ] Latte.
... flowing hair , Cull'd from an humble vale , a wreath to twine , To Beauty's altar with the Loves repair , And wake the lute befide that living fhrine : That That facred fhrine ! where female virtue glows , Where [ 39 ] Latte.
Strana 74
... living colour fled , ' Where Love refided , and where Pleasure fed ! And where bright Eloquence had pour'd her store • Dumb Horror fits - and Wisdom is no more : ' Yet ere the worm ( fince this is doom'd its prey ) • Shall steal the ...
... living colour fled , ' Where Love refided , and where Pleasure fed ! And where bright Eloquence had pour'd her store • Dumb Horror fits - and Wisdom is no more : ' Yet ere the worm ( fince this is doom'd its prey ) • Shall steal the ...
Strana 105
... fee him gash'd With daggers - Ah , ' twas fancy bodied forth This cruel image , ftill my EDWARD breathes , And these fond arms embrace my living child . PRINCE . PRINCE . Oh mother lead me hence MARGARET . Say [ 105 I.
... fee him gash'd With daggers - Ah , ' twas fancy bodied forth This cruel image , ftill my EDWARD breathes , And these fond arms embrace my living child . PRINCE . PRINCE . Oh mother lead me hence MARGARET . Say [ 105 I.
Strana 110
... living scene And ushers to the view the bofom's Queen . Ye lovers answer to the truth I fing ; Say , does not Fancy to your slumber bring , Drefs'd by each grace in Beauty's best array , The welcome fair who charm'd you thro ' the day ...
... living scene And ushers to the view the bofom's Queen . Ye lovers answer to the truth I fing ; Say , does not Fancy to your slumber bring , Drefs'd by each grace in Beauty's best array , The welcome fair who charm'd you thro ' the day ...
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altar ARABERT band beauty's Behold bend Beneath bids blifs bofom bold bow'r breaſt breath bright brow burft burſt caft charm cheek confcious daring death defcending difplay dread drooping Ev'n ev'ry facred faid fair fame fane fate fcene fhade fhall fhed fhrine figh fight filent firſt flain fleep flow'r flow'rets fmiling foft folemn fome fond fong foothe forrow foul fplendid fplendor ftand ftill glowing grace grief hallow'd hand heart Heav'n holy hour illuftrious La Trappe laft ling'ring loft lov'd Lyre maid MARGARET OF ANJOU mind mournful ne'er night o'er paffion plain pleaſure pow'r praiſe pray'r prieſt rear'd reft rife roſe ruſhes ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill tears thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou thought thro throne tomb tow'rs train trembling Twas vifion Virtue's voice whofe Whoſe youth
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Strana 22 - ... around : The train of youths array'd in pureft white, Who fcatter'd myrtles as I pafs'd along : The thoufand lamps that pour'da flood of light, The kifs of peace from all the veftal throng : The golden cenfers tofs'd with graceful hand, Whofe fragrant breath Arabian odor fhed : Of meek-ey'd novices the circling band, With blooming chaplets wove around their head.
Strana 209 - Sail'd thro' the portal of the northern fphere, Of SCANDINAVIA the rude Genius rofe, His breaft deep-lab'ring with creation's throes : Thrice o'er his head a pow'rful wand he whirl'd, Then call'd to life a new Poetic world. Firft thro...
Strana 20 - But if mifled by falfe-entitled friends, Who fay, — ' that Peace with all her comely train, ' From ftarry regions to this clime defcends, ' Smooths ev'ry frown, and foftens ev'ry pain :; ' That veftals tread Contentment's flow'ry lawn; ' Approv'd of innocence, by Health careft : ' That rob'd in colours bright, by fancy drawn, ' Celeftial Hope fits fmiling at their breaft.
Strana 23 - Thro' opening fkies no radiant feraph fmiles ; No faint defcends to foothe my foul to reft ! No dream of blifs the dreary night beguiles. Here haggard Difcontent ftill haunts my view, . . The fombre genius reigns in ev'ry place ; Arrays each virtue in the darkeft hue, Chills ev'ry pray'r, and cancels ev'ry...
Strana 152 - Norman successors, in England. The merchants who frequented these fairs in numerous caravans or companies, employed every art to draw the people together. They were therefore accompanied by jugglers, minstrels, and buffoons, who were no less interested in giving their attendance, and exerting all their skill, on these occasions.
Strana 25 - This voice to murmur and this breaft to heave. ,Ah ! when extended on th' untimely bier, To yonder vault this form fliall be convey'd • Thou'lt not refufe to flied one grateful tear, And breathe the requiem to my fleeting fliade. With pious footfteps join the fable train, As thro' the lengthening ifle they take their way : A glimmering taper let thy hand fuftain, Thy foothing voice attune the funeral lay. Behold the minister who lately gave The facred veil, in garb of mournful hue • (More friendly...
Strana 179 - Which rufh.es as a flood, And round the harp attentive throng That honours deeds of blood : Let me that humble Bard revere, Tho' artlefs be his theme, Who fnatch'd the tale to Pity dear, From dark Oblivion's ftream.
Strana 22 - The choral virgins' captivating voice, The blazing altar, and the priefts around : The train of youth array'd in pureft white, Who fcatter'd myrtles as I pafs'd along : The thoufand lamps that pour'da flood of light, The kifs of peace from all the veftal throng: The golden cenfers tofs'd with graceful hand, Whofe fragrant breath ARABIAN odor flied • Of meek-ey'd novices the circling band, With blooming chaplets wove around their head.
Strana 19 - Thro' nature's kind endearing ties to break, And wafte in cloifter'd walls thy penfive hours ? Let fober thought reftrain thine erring zeal, That guides thy footfteps to the veftal gate : Left thy foft heart (this friendfliip bids reveal) Like mine unbleft, fliould mourn like mine too late.
Strana 39 - And on the kindling cheek the blufhes glow ; Whofe fpotlefs foul contains the better dow'r, Whofe life unftain'd full many virtues vouch, For whom now Venus frames the fragrant bow'r, And fcatters rofes o'er the deftin'd couch : To you I fing. — Ah ! ere the raptur'd youth With trembling hand removes the jealous veil, Where, long regardlefs of the vows of truth, Unfocial coynefs flamp'd th' ungrateful feal : LLA :: T E.