The Beauties of English Poetry: Selected from the Most Esteemed Authors, ... Containing Several Original Pieces, Never Before Published, Volum 2W. Spilsbury, 1804 |
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Side 11
... brow ; For him that blessing of a better time , 105 The Muse shall deal awhile in brick and lime ; Surpass the bold A ' △ EAI in design , And o'er the Thames fling one stupendous line Of marble arches , in a bridge , that cuts 109 From ...
... brow ; For him that blessing of a better time , 105 The Muse shall deal awhile in brick and lime ; Surpass the bold A ' △ EAI in design , And o'er the Thames fling one stupendous line Of marble arches , in a bridge , that cuts 109 From ...
Side 28
... brows in sweat , Deep sympathizing with his groaning feet . " How now , " the light - toed , white - wash'd pilgrim " You lazy lubber ? " - [ broke , " Odds curse it ! " cried the other , " tis no jokes : 46 My feet , once hard as any ...
... brows in sweat , Deep sympathizing with his groaning feet . " How now , " the light - toed , white - wash'd pilgrim " You lazy lubber ? " - [ broke , " Odds curse it ! " cried the other , " tis no jokes : 46 My feet , once hard as any ...
Side 35
... brow's arch so true , Thy step majestic to the view- All with delight my soul surprise ! The rose - bow'rs of my thoughts , from thee , With paintings and rich broidery , Colour'd by Fancy's pencil are : " Tis thine such fragrance to ...
... brow's arch so true , Thy step majestic to the view- All with delight my soul surprise ! The rose - bow'rs of my thoughts , from thee , With paintings and rich broidery , Colour'd by Fancy's pencil are : " Tis thine such fragrance to ...
Side 49
... brows with sedge , And sheds the freshening dew ; and , lovelier still , The pensive pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car : Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene , Or find some ruin ' midst its dreary dells , Whose walls more ...
... brows with sedge , And sheds the freshening dew ; and , lovelier still , The pensive pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car : Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene , Or find some ruin ' midst its dreary dells , Whose walls more ...
Side 54
... ruins round , Their pallid brows with faded laurels bound ; While Cato's shade seems scornful to survey A race of Slaves , and sternly strides away . Where old Euphrates winds his storied flood , The curious 54 THE VANITY OF FAME .
... ruins round , Their pallid brows with faded laurels bound ; While Cato's shade seems scornful to survey A race of Slaves , and sternly strides away . Where old Euphrates winds his storied flood , The curious 54 THE VANITY OF FAME .
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agen bard beneath Bids blessing blest boast breast breath Brentford brow charms cheek CLODIO convey'd crowd crown'd dare dome Drayman E'en e'er Emperor of China Eurus ev'ry fair fame Fancy fane fate flow'rs foes Freedom Freedom calls gales gibbets glories Goddess grace grove guiltless hand Hark heart Heaven Heroic Epistle Isis Jemmy Twitcher King lov'd maid majestic marble arches mind Muse ne'er numbers nymph o'er yon pale patriot peace PETER PINDAR plain pleas'd poet poison'd pow'r praise pride proud rage rise round sacred sage scene shade Shepherd shine shore sigh sing Sir William Sir William Chambers slave smile smiling train smoke soft solemn song soul SPLENDID SHILLING sport stream sublime swain sweet taste tear tender thee thine thou Tobacco tow'r train trembling truth vale Verse VIRG virtue waves wild wings youth
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Side 50 - Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favorite name ! THE PASSIONS.
Side 32 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent Lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Side 49 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Side 48 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Side 30 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Side 48 - If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Side 30 - mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckled breast! When upward-springing, blithe, to greet The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield, But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Side 66 - Eurus and Auster, and the dreadful force Of Boreas, that congeals the Cronian waves, Tumultuous enter, with dire chilling blasts Portending agues.
Side 60 - Happy the man who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling: he nor hears with pain New oysters cried, nor sighs for cheerful ale; But with his friends, when nightly mists arise, To Juniper's Magpie or...
Side 118 - Immersed in rapturous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid With leaden eye, that loves the ground, Still on thy solemn steps attend ; Warm Charity, the general friend, With Justice to herself severe, And Pity, dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear. Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head, Dread Goddess, lay thy chastening hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad...