Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry ..., Volumer 13-15John Bell, 1791 |
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Side 11
... dark abode , Where Wisdom sate on Nature's shrine , How great my boast ! what praise were mine ! Illustrious sage ! who first couldst tell Wherein the powers of Music dwell ; And every magic chain untie , That binds the soul of Harmony ...
... dark abode , Where Wisdom sate on Nature's shrine , How great my boast ! what praise were mine ! Illustrious sage ! who first couldst tell Wherein the powers of Music dwell ; And every magic chain untie , That binds the soul of Harmony ...
Side 12
... dark mansions of the vaulted dead : For still at eve's serenest hour All Nature owns thy soothing power : Oft hast thou deign'd with me to rove , Beneath the calm sequester'd grove ; Oft deign'd my sacred steps to lead Along the dewy ...
... dark mansions of the vaulted dead : For still at eve's serenest hour All Nature owns thy soothing power : Oft hast thou deign'd with me to rove , Beneath the calm sequester'd grove ; Oft deign'd my sacred steps to lead Along the dewy ...
Side 24
... dark Cimmerian caves the still abode of night . Fond fables all ! -The partial God Is flown to Belgia's drowsy plains , There waves his Lethe - sprinkled rod , And link'd with kindred Dullness reigns : ' Midst stagnant pools , the ...
... dark Cimmerian caves the still abode of night . Fond fables all ! -The partial God Is flown to Belgia's drowsy plains , There waves his Lethe - sprinkled rod , And link'd with kindred Dullness reigns : ' Midst stagnant pools , the ...
Side 31
... Darkness clapp'd her sable wing , While you touch'd the mournful string , Anguish left the pathless wild , Grim - fac'd Melancholy smil'd , Drowsy Midnight ceas'd to yawn , The starry host put back the dawn , Aside their harps ev'n ...
... Darkness clapp'd her sable wing , While you touch'd the mournful string , Anguish left the pathless wild , Grim - fac'd Melancholy smil'd , Drowsy Midnight ceas'd to yawn , The starry host put back the dawn , Aside their harps ev'n ...
Side 33
... dark - brown glade ? It beckons me ! -vain fears , adieu , Mysterious ghost , I follow you . Ah me ! too well that gait I know , My youth's first friend , my manhood's woe ! Its breast it bares ! What ! stain'd with blood ? Quick let me ...
... dark - brown glade ? It beckons me ! -vain fears , adieu , Mysterious ghost , I follow you . Ah me ! too well that gait I know , My youth's first friend , my manhood's woe ! Its breast it bares ! What ! stain'd with blood ? Quick let me ...
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ARGANTYR awful beauty Behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath brow charms courser crown'd deep drest e'er ELIJAH FENTON Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fate fear fire flowers FRANCIS FAWKES Genius gloom glory glow Goddess grace Graecian grove hail hand hast hear heart Heaven HERVOR hour Hymettus JAMES GRAINGER JOSEPH WARTON kings life's light lov'd lyre maid mind mourn Muse Muse's Naiads Nature's ne'er night numbers nymphs o'er Odin peace Pindaric plain pow'r praise pride rage rapture reign rise round sacred SAMUEL JOHNSON scene shade shine sing skies smile soft solemn song sooth soul sound Spring strain stream Surtur sweet swell tear tempest thee thine THOMAS PENROSE thou thought Thracian thro tomb vale Virtue Virtue's voice wake wave wild WILLIAM WHITEHEAD wind wing youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 95 - We'll form their minds, with studious care, To all that's manly, good, and fair, And train them for the skies.
Side 120 - This idea which he had formed of excellence led him to oriental fictions and allegorical imagery, and perhaps, while he was intent upon description, he did not sufficiently cultivate sentiment. His poems are the productions of a mind not deficient in fire, nor unfurnished with knowledge either of books or life, but somewhat obstructed in its progress by deviation in quest of mistaken beauties.
Side 121 - That this man, wise and virtuous as he was, passed always unentangled through the snares of life, it would be prejudice and temerity to affirm; but it may be said that at least he preserved the source of action unpolluted, that his principles were never shaken, that his distinctions of right and wrong were never confounded, and that his faults had nothing of malignity or design, but proceeded from some unexpected pressure, or casual temptation.
Side 88 - To purchase heaven has gold the power? Can gold remove the mortal hour? In life can love be bought with gold? Are friendship's pleasures to be sold ? No — all that's worth a wish — a thought, Fair Virtue gives unbribed, unbought.
Side 96 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Side 121 - After his return from France, the writer of this character paid him a visit at Islington, where he was waiting for his sister, whom he had directed to meet him: there was then nothing of disorder discernible in his mind by any but himself; but he had withdrawn from study, and travelled with no other book than an English Testament, such as children carry to the school : when his friend took it into his hand out of curiosity to see what companion a Man of Letters had chosen, I have but one book...
Side 46 - But think far off how, on the southern coast, I met thy friendship with an equal flame ! Fresh to that soil thou turn'st...
Side 94 - Tho' singularity and pride Be call'd our choice, we'll step aside, Nor join the giddy dance. From the gay world, we'll oft retire To our own family and fire, Where love our hours employs ; No noisy neighbour enters here, No intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heart-felt joys. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast...
Side 73 - WHEN in the crimson cloud of even The lingering light decays, And Hesper on the front of heaven His glittering gem displays ; Deep in the silent vale, unseen, Beside a lulling stream, A pensive youth of placid mien Indulged this tender theme : " Ye cliffs, in hoary grandeur piled High o'er the glimmering dale ; Ye woods, along whose windings wild Murmurs the solemn gale : Where Melancholy strays forlorn, And Woe retires to weep, What time the wan moon's yellow horn Gleams on the western deep :
Side 49 - O'er its drown'd banks, forbidding all return ! Or, if he meditate his wish'd escape, To some dim hill, that seems uprising near, To his faint eye, the grim and grisly shape, In all its terrors clad, shall wild appear.