Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, Volum 1Harrison and Company, 1781 |
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Side 36
... waste of pains , To publish to the world thy lack of brains ? Or might not Reason e'en to thee have shown , Thy greatest praise had been , to live unknown ? Yet let not vanity like thine despair ; Fortune makes Folly her peculiar care ...
... waste of pains , To publish to the world thy lack of brains ? Or might not Reason e'en to thee have shown , Thy greatest praise had been , to live unknown ? Yet let not vanity like thine despair ; Fortune makes Folly her peculiar care ...
Side 56
... wastes produce ? The nameless monfters of the fwarming feas , The pigmy nations wafted on the breeze ì The happy myriads , by his eyes unseen , C • That bafk in flowers , and quicken all the green ? Why live thefe numbers blefs'd in ...
... wastes produce ? The nameless monfters of the fwarming feas , The pigmy nations wafted on the breeze ì The happy myriads , by his eyes unseen , C • That bafk in flowers , and quicken all the green ? Why live thefe numbers blefs'd in ...
Side 80
... waste ; And the rude winds inceffant feem to roar , Where , in his groves with arching arbours grac'd , Young lovers often figh'd in days of yore . His aqueducts , that led the limpid tide To pure canals , a chryftal cool fupply ! In ...
... waste ; And the rude winds inceffant feem to roar , Where , in his groves with arching arbours grac'd , Young lovers often figh'd in days of yore . His aqueducts , that led the limpid tide To pure canals , a chryftal cool fupply ! In ...
Side 100
... waste their hours , to hear a mortal prate ; They must abroad before the rifing fun , And hie ' em to the feas ! there's mifchief to be done . Excufe my plainnefs , Sir ; but business ftands ; • And we have forms and shipwrecks on our ...
... waste their hours , to hear a mortal prate ; They must abroad before the rifing fun , And hie ' em to the feas ! there's mifchief to be done . Excufe my plainnefs , Sir ; but business ftands ; • And we have forms and shipwrecks on our ...
Side 117
... waste adorn . Let India boast her plants , nor envy we The weeping amber , or the balmy tree , 130 While by our oaks the precious loads are borne , And realms commanded which those trees adorn . Not proud Olympus yields a nobler fight ...
... waste adorn . Let India boast her plants , nor envy we The weeping amber , or the balmy tree , 130 While by our oaks the precious loads are borne , And realms commanded which those trees adorn . Not proud Olympus yields a nobler fight ...
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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!