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... appear-. If to thy fair beginnings nobly true , These , thy best wealth , with curious choice combin'd , Now treasur ... appears . O'er her gray roofs , with baneful ivy bound , Time , sure destroyer , walks his hostile round : Silent ...
... appear-. If to thy fair beginnings nobly true , These , thy best wealth , with curious choice combin'd , Now treasur ... appears . O'er her gray roofs , with baneful ivy bound , Time , sure destroyer , walks his hostile round : Silent ...
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Alexander Chalmers. Our bard , without - I wish he would appear- Ud ! I would give it him - but you shall hear ... appears , The night of every author's hopes and fears , What shifts to bribe applause , poor poets try ! In all the forms ...
Alexander Chalmers. Our bard , without - I wish he would appear- Ud ! I would give it him - but you shall hear ... appears , The night of every author's hopes and fears , What shifts to bribe applause , poor poets try ! In all the forms ...
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... appear Those gales that wake the purple year ; Who lights up health , and bloom , and grace In Nature's , and in Mira's face ; To speak more plain , the western wind , Had seen this brightest of her kind : Had seen her oft with fresh ...
... appear Those gales that wake the purple year ; Who lights up health , and bloom , and grace In Nature's , and in Mira's face ; To speak more plain , the western wind , Had seen this brightest of her kind : Had seen her oft with fresh ...
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... appear , When youth and years are flown : Such is the robe that kings must wear , When Death has reft their crown . Her bloom was like the springing flower , That sips the silver dew ; The rose was budded in her cheek , Just opening to ...
... appear , When youth and years are flown : Such is the robe that kings must wear , When Death has reft their crown . Her bloom was like the springing flower , That sips the silver dew ; The rose was budded in her cheek , Just opening to ...
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... appear , When youth and years are town : Such is the robe that kings must wear , When Death has reft their crown . And thrice he callid on Margaret's name , And thrice he wept full sore ; Then laid his cheek to her cold grave , And word ...
... appear , When youth and years are town : Such is the robe that kings must wear , When Death has reft their crown . And thrice he callid on Margaret's name , And thrice he wept full sore ; Then laid his cheek to her cold grave , And word ...
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The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volum 14 Alexander Chalmers Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1810 |
The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volum 14 Alexander Chalmers Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1810 |
The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volum 14 Alexander Chalmers Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1810 |
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Amyntor arms awful bard beauty behold beneath bids blest bloom bosom breast breath charms dare death delight divine dread Earth eternal ev'ry fair faithful fame Fancy Fate fear fix'd flame fond fools genius glory grace Greece grove hand happy hath heart Heaven Hesiod honour horrour hour Hymen king laws lord lov'd lyre maid Megacles mind Muse Muse's Naiads Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon passion Pindar pleasure poem pomp pow'r praise pride proud rage rais'd rapture reign rills rise Rodmond round sacred scene scorn sense shade shame shore smile smiling band soft song soul springs strain stream sublime sweet tear tempest terrour thee thine things thou thought throne toil tongue trembling truth Twas vale vex'd virtue Virtue's voice Whilst wild wind wing wretched youth
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Side 149 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Side 146 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Side 148 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Blushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Side 146 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Side 149 - Man's feeble race what Ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
Side 147 - The summer friend, the flattering foe ; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed. Wisdom in sable garb arrayed, Immersed in rapturous thought profound...
Side 149 - Native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat, In loose numbers wildly sweet, Their feather-cinctured Chiefs, and dusky Loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, The unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Side 148 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Side 151 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Side 482 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...