Poems by Mr. JerninghamScott, 1774 - Počet stran: 118 |
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adorn'd altar ARABERT artleſs bafely beauty's Behold Beneath bier bleft blifs bluſhing bofom bow'r breaſt breath brow CABEYSA charm cheek Chriftian dar'd defcending dreft drooping Ev'n ev'ry facred faid fair fame fane fatal fate fcene feek feſtive fhall fhrine figh fkies fled fleep flow'rs foft folemn fome foothe forrow foul fplendid ftill funk fway gen'rous glows grace grateful grave grief gueſt GUSTAVUS hallow'd hand heart Heav'n hour humble HYMEN illuftrious imbrue La Trappe lov'd lover's luftre Lyre mournful ne'er o'er opprefs'd paffion pain peace penfive pleaſing pleaſure pour'd pow'r praiſe pray'r prieſts raiſe reft reſt roſe rufh ruſhes ſcene ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhore ſmiling ſpread ſpring ſteal ſteps ſtill ſtore Sweden ſweet tear tender thee thefe Theſe eyes thine thoſe thou thro tomb train trembling unfold urg'd Virtue's voice weep Whofe Whoſe wiſh YARICO youth
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Strana 31 - ... 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 97 - I llrove, unequal to the part, Weak, to perform the facrifice of heart: And now, ev'n now, too feeble to controul, I feel her clinging to my parting foul:" He fpoke, my fympathetic bofom bled, And to the realms of death his fpirit fled. The Fair rejoin'd ; " Mifled by foul diftruft, To him whofe heart was mine, am I unjult ? Ah, Arabert, th' unwilling fault forgive, Dead to th' alluring world, in thee I live.
Strana 32 - No faint defcends to footh my (bul 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 grace. I meet her ever in the chearlefs cell, The gloomy grotto and unfocial wood : I hear her ever in the midnight bell, The hollow gale, and hoarfe-refounding flood. This caus'da mother's tender tears to flow, (The fad remembrance time mall ne'er...
Strana 30 - 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 med ; Of meek-ey'd novices the circling band, With blooming chaplets wove around their head...
Strana 35 - As through the length'ning aisle they take their way ; A glimmering taper let thy hand sustain, Thy soothing voice attune the funeral lay : Behold the minister who lately gave The sacred veil, in' garb of mournful hue, (More friendly office !) bending o'er my grave, And sprinkling my remains with hallow'd dew : As o'er the corse he strews the rattling dust, The sternest heart will raise compassion's sigh ; Ev"n then, no longer to his child unjust, The tears may trickle from a father's eye.
Strana 24 - Afiift me, Heav'n ! to tear him from my thought: No longer vainly fuppliant will I bow, And give to love, what I to hatred owe ; Forgetful of the race from whence I came, With woe acquainted, but unknown to Ihame.
Strana 54 - Jerningham' — and how genteel that eighteenth-century dramatist and minor poet could be ! He felt deeply on the subject of Wet Nursing and those who To venal hands the smiling babe consign While Hymen starts and Nature drops a tear. How much more praiseworthy are the nursing mothers. For you, ye plighted fair, when Hymen crowns With tender offspring your unshaken love, Behold them not with Rigour's chilling frowns, Nor from your sight unfeelingly remove. Unsway'd by Fashion's dull unseemly jest,...
Strana 29 - Their pleafing founds fome treach'rous thought conceal ; Full oft does pride with fainted voice beguile, And fordid int'reft wear the mafk of zeal. A tyrant abbefs here perchance may reign, Who, fond of pow'r, affefts th' imperial nod ; Looks down difdainful on her female train, And rules the cloifter with an iron rod.
Strana 34 - And snatch from infamy a sinking name. Yet let me to my fate submissive bow ; From fatal symptoms, if I right conceive, This stream, Ophelia, has not long to flow, This voice to murmur, and this breast to heave : Ah ! when extended on th...
Strana 24 - Thou parent Sun ! if e'er with pious lay, I ufher'd in thy world-reviving ray ! Or as thy fainter beams illum'd the weft, With grateful voice I hymn'd thee to thy reft ! Beheld, with wond'ring eye, thy radiant feat, Or fought thy facred dome with unclad feet ! If near to thy bright altars as I drew, My votive lamb, thy holy Flamen, flew I Forgive ! that I, irrev'rent of thy name, Dar'd for thy foe indulge th' unhallow'd flame ; Ev*n on a Chriftian, lavifh'd my efteem, And fcorn'd the fable children...