Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, Volum 1Harrison and Company, 1781 |
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... thee , fhe feels each paffion of the heart , Her blifs as great as thine , as great her smart ; And well fhe knows , with words of magick found , • To check the rifing hope , or heal the faithful wound . • Then why refuse them to an ...
... thee , fhe feels each paffion of the heart , Her blifs as great as thine , as great her smart ; And well fhe knows , with words of magick found , • To check the rifing hope , or heal the faithful wound . • Then why refuse them to an ...
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... thee to a dang'rous way ; • A painful journey all must go , • Whofe doubted period none can know ; • Whofe due direction who can find , Where Reason's mute , and Senfe is blind ? Ah ! what unequal leaders these , < Thro ' fuch a wide ...
... thee to a dang'rous way ; • A painful journey all must go , • Whofe doubted period none can know ; • Whofe due direction who can find , Where Reason's mute , and Senfe is blind ? Ah ! what unequal leaders these , < Thro ' fuch a wide ...
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... to what thy fates declare ; Tho ' thou art woman , frail as fair , If once thy fliding foot fhould ftray , Once quit yon Heav'n - appointed way , B < For • For thee , loft maid ! for thee alone BEAUTIES OF POETRY : .9.
... to what thy fates declare ; Tho ' thou art woman , frail as fair , If once thy fliding foot fhould ftray , Once quit yon Heav'n - appointed way , B < For • For thee , loft maid ! for thee alone BEAUTIES OF POETRY : .9.
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• For thee , loft maid ! for thee alone , • Nor prayers shall plead , nor tears atone ; Reproach , fcorn , infamy , and hate , 6 On thy returning steps fhall wait ; Thy form be loath'd by ev'ry eye , And ev'ry foot thy prefence fly ...
• For thee , loft maid ! for thee alone , • Nor prayers shall plead , nor tears atone ; Reproach , fcorn , infamy , and hate , 6 On thy returning steps fhall wait ; Thy form be loath'd by ev'ry eye , And ev'ry foot thy prefence fly ...
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... thee , Blakes , or if I fay Aught hurtful , may I never see thee play ! And I Let criticks , with a fupercilious air , Decry thy various merit , and declare .. Frenchman is ftill at top - but fcorn that rage , Which , in attacking thee ...
... thee , Blakes , or if I fay Aught hurtful , may I never see thee play ! And I Let criticks , with a fupercilious air , Decry thy various merit , and declare .. Frenchman is ftill at top - but fcorn that rage , Which , in attacking thee ...
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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!