The beauties of English poetry, selected from the most esteemed authors, by dr. Wolcot, Svazek 1John Wolcot 1804 |
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Strana 44
... blushes glow Like living tulips , be not there ? The Nymph who tempts with honey'd lip , With cheeks that shame the vernal rose , In rapture we can ne'er behold ; Unless with kisses fond we sip The luscious balm that lip bestows ...
... blushes glow Like living tulips , be not there ? The Nymph who tempts with honey'd lip , With cheeks that shame the vernal rose , In rapture we can ne'er behold ; Unless with kisses fond we sip The luscious balm that lip bestows ...
Strana 85
... moral lay , Hear it , ye fools , who flutter life away ; Vain are the proud man's plumes , the rich man's bags ; MEN turn to dust , as BROADCLOTH turns to rags . SONG . DOK How bright were the blushes of Morn AN OLD BLACK COAT . 85.
... moral lay , Hear it , ye fools , who flutter life away ; Vain are the proud man's plumes , the rich man's bags ; MEN turn to dust , as BROADCLOTH turns to rags . SONG . DOK How bright were the blushes of Morn AN OLD BLACK COAT . 85.
Strana 86
John Wolcot. SONG . DOK How bright were the blushes of Morn , How sweet was the song of the Grove , Ere CYNTHIA thus left me forlorn , And , frowning , forbade me to love ! My streams I was wont to adore-- My flocks bleated music around ...
John Wolcot. SONG . DOK How bright were the blushes of Morn , How sweet was the song of the Grove , Ere CYNTHIA thus left me forlorn , And , frowning , forbade me to love ! My streams I was wont to adore-- My flocks bleated music around ...
Strana 102
... blush ) thy triumph and my shame ; Abjure those maxims I so lately priz❜d , And court that sex I foolishly despis'd ; Own thou hast soften'd my obdurate mind , And thou reveng'd the wrongs of womankind : Lost were my words , and ...
... blush ) thy triumph and my shame ; Abjure those maxims I so lately priz❜d , And court that sex I foolishly despis'd ; Own thou hast soften'd my obdurate mind , And thou reveng'd the wrongs of womankind : Lost were my words , and ...
Strana 104
... blush to hear . But say , what hopes thy fond ill - fated love ? What can it hope , though mutual it should prove ? This little form is fair in vain for you , In vain for me thy honest heart is true ; For would'st thou fix dishonour on ...
... blush to hear . But say , what hopes thy fond ill - fated love ? What can it hope , though mutual it should prove ? This little form is fair in vain for you , In vain for me thy honest heart is true ; For would'st thou fix dishonour 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 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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Strana 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...
Strana 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!
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 48 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Strana 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...