Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry ..., Volumer 13-15John Bell, 1791 |
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Side 4
... vain : - Despair hangs weeping o'er his head : Sad pallet this for ease ! sad comforter in pain ! Fly , ye rich , unbidden fly , Pour your oil , and pour your wine : Wipe from tears the misty eye ; Charity's a ray divine— A raythat ...
... vain : - Despair hangs weeping o'er his head : Sad pallet this for ease ! sad comforter in pain ! Fly , ye rich , unbidden fly , Pour your oil , and pour your wine : Wipe from tears the misty eye ; Charity's a ray divine— A raythat ...
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... vain ; What toils his virtue ought to brave , For Hope's rewarding joys beyond the grave : Or if in man redeem'd you bid me trace Each wondrous proof of Heaven's transcendent grace ; Then breathe some sparks of that celestial fire ...
... vain ; What toils his virtue ought to brave , For Hope's rewarding joys beyond the grave : Or if in man redeem'd you bid me trace Each wondrous proof of Heaven's transcendent grace ; Then breathe some sparks of that celestial fire ...
Side 32
... shining trouble . Let them for their country bleed , What was Sydney's , Raleigh's meed ? Man's not worth a moment's pain , Base , ungrateful , fickle , vain . Then let me , sequester'd fair , To your Sibyl 32 Ode XLVI . ODES .
... shining trouble . Let them for their country bleed , What was Sydney's , Raleigh's meed ? Man's not worth a moment's pain , Base , ungrateful , fickle , vain . Then let me , sequester'd fair , To your Sibyl 32 Ode XLVI . ODES .
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... 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 staunch the vital flood . O spirit ...
... 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 staunch the vital flood . O spirit ...
Side 43
... vain ! To fairer happier climes belong The painter's tints , the poet's song . Lo ! conscious of approaching night , Where Picture wings her destin'd flight : Behold dejected Sculpture stand Prepar'd to leave our desert land . Yet ...
... vain ! To fairer happier climes belong The painter's tints , the poet's song . Lo ! conscious of approaching night , Where Picture wings her destin'd flight : Behold dejected Sculpture stand Prepar'd to leave our desert land . Yet ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
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.