Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, Volum 1Harrison and Company, 1781 |
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Side 10
... no more fupprefs'd , Now melts the froft in ev'ry breaft , The cheek with fecret flushing dyes , And looks kind things from chafteft eyes ; The The fun with healthier vifage glows , Afide his clouded 10 BEAUTIES OF POETR.
... no more fupprefs'd , Now melts the froft in ev'ry breaft , The cheek with fecret flushing dyes , And looks kind things from chafteft eyes ; The The fun with healthier vifage glows , Afide his clouded 10 BEAUTIES OF POETR.
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... kind indulgent parent ! gave To qualify the blockhead for a knave ; 120 With that smooth falfhood , whofe appearance charms , And reason of each wholesome doubt difarms ; Which to the loweft depths of guile defcends , By vileft means ...
... kind indulgent parent ! gave To qualify the blockhead for a knave ; 120 With that smooth falfhood , whofe appearance charms , And reason of each wholesome doubt difarms ; Which to the loweft depths of guile defcends , By vileft means ...
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... kind his genius drew , And look'd through Nature at a fingle view ; A loose he gave to his unbounded foul , 260 265 And taught new lands to rise , new feas to roll ; Call'd into being fcenes unknown before , And paffing Nature's bounds ...
... kind his genius drew , And look'd through Nature at a fingle view ; A loose he gave to his unbounded foul , 260 265 And taught new lands to rise , new feas to roll ; Call'd into being fcenes unknown before , And paffing Nature's bounds ...
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But give , kind Dulnefs ! memory and rhyme , We'll put off Genius till another time . First , Order came with folemn ftep and flow , In meafur'd time his feet were taught to go : Behind , from time to time , he caft his eye ; Left this ...
But give , kind Dulnefs ! memory and rhyme , We'll put off Genius till another time . First , Order came with folemn ftep and flow , In meafur'd time his feet were taught to go : Behind , from time to time , he caft his eye ; Left this ...
Side 30
... kind of shapes , 395 Conftant to none , Foote laughs , cries , ftruts , and fcrapes : Now in the centre , now in van or rear , The Proteus fhifts , bawd , parfon , auctioneer . His ftrokes of humour , and his bursts of sport , Are all ...
... kind of shapes , 395 Conftant to none , Foote laughs , cries , ftruts , and fcrapes : Now in the centre , now in van or rear , The Proteus fhifts , bawd , parfon , auctioneer . His ftrokes of humour , and his bursts of sport , Are all ...
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleffings blefs'd blifs bofom breaſt cauſe charms chearful cloſe crown'd death defcend defire deſpair e'en eaſe erft ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fear feas feems fenfe fhade fhall fhining fhore fhould fide fighs fight filent fing firſt fkies flain fleep flow'rs fmiles foft fome fong fons foon foothe forrow foul ftands ftill ftrain ftream fuch fweet fwell grief heart Heav'n Higham Hill himſelf juft laft laſt loft Lycon lyre magick mind moſt mourn Mufe muft muſt ne'er night numbers nymph o'er paffion pain peace plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe rage raiſe reafon reft reſt rife ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſpread ſtate ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro trembling Twas virtue weeping whofe Whoſe wiſh youth
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Side 145 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 145 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 149 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Side 142 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Side 141 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Side 145 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Side 147 - I fed on the smiles of my dear? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown; Alas ! where with her I have stray'd, I could wander with pleasure, alone.
Side 142 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Side 148 - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound : Not a beech's more beautiful green, But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields, in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold : Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold. One would think she might like to retire To the bow'r I have labour'd to rear...
Side 442 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!