The beauties of English poetry, selected from the most esteemed authors, by dr. Wolcot, Volum 2John Wolcot 1804 |
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Side 6
... striking varieties , the rest being of the nature of " changes rung upon bells , " which , though in reality different , still produce the same uniform kind of jingling ; the variation being too minute to be easily perceived , " " Art ...
... striking varieties , the rest being of the nature of " changes rung upon bells , " which , though in reality different , still produce the same uniform kind of jingling ; the variation being too minute to be easily perceived , " " Art ...
Side 22
... strike , with Truth's dead bolt , each mis- creant's name , Who , dead to duty , senseless e'en to shame , 105 Betray'd his country . Yes , ye faithless crew , His Muse's vengeance shall your crimes pursue , Stretch you on Satire's rack ...
... strike , with Truth's dead bolt , each mis- creant's name , Who , dead to duty , senseless e'en to shame , 105 Betray'd his country . Yes , ye faithless crew , His Muse's vengeance shall your crimes pursue , Stretch you on Satire's rack ...
Side 66
... strikes rebounding ; whence the shatter'd oak , So fierce a shock unable to withstand , Admits the sea ; in at the gaping side The crowding waves gush with impetuous rage , Resistless , overwhelming ; horrors seize The mariners ; death ...
... strikes rebounding ; whence the shatter'd oak , So fierce a shock unable to withstand , Admits the sea ; in at the gaping side The crowding waves gush with impetuous rage , Resistless , overwhelming ; horrors seize The mariners ; death ...
Side 71
... strike the scales that arm thee round , And twice and thrice I print the wound ; The sacred altar floats with red , And now he dies - and now he's dead . How like the son of Jove I stand , This Hydra stretch'd beneath my hand ! Lay bare ...
... strike the scales that arm thee round , And twice and thrice I print the wound ; The sacred altar floats with red , And now he dies - and now he's dead . How like the son of Jove I stand , This Hydra stretch'd beneath my hand ! Lay bare ...
Side 75
... in thy virtuous breast . Sweet is the concord of harmonious sounds , When the soft lute or pealing organ strikes Of honest love , when nymph and gentle swain Waft The well - attemper'd ear ; sweet is the breath EPISTLE . 75.
... in thy virtuous breast . Sweet is the concord of harmonious sounds , When the soft lute or pealing organ strikes Of honest love , when nymph and gentle swain Waft The well - attemper'd ear ; sweet is the breath EPISTLE . 75.
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adorn'd awful bard beneath bids blessing blest boast breast breath Brentford brow charms cheek CLODIO convey'd cried crowd crown'd dare dome e'en e'er Emperor of China Ev'n ev'ry fair fame Fancy fane Fannius fate fix'd flow'rs foes Freedom Freedom calls gibbets glories grace groves guiltless hand hark head heart Heroic Epistle impious Isis Jemmy Twitcher Lacedemon lie Fit lov'd maid majestic mind Muse ne'er numbers nymph o'er pale paleful rivers patriot peace PETER PINDAR PINDAR plain plann'd pleas'd poet poison'd pow'r praise pride proud rage rise round sacred sage scene Scylla or Charybdis shade shepherds shine shore sighs Sir William Chambers Slander slave smile smiling train soft solemn song sons soul sport spring Stephen Duck stream sublime swain sweet tear tender thee thine thou tow'r train trembling truth vale Verse 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 favourite name.
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 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 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 117 - Thy form benign, oh goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there To soften, not to wound my heart. The generous spark extinct revive, Teach me to love and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, What others are, to feel, and know myself a man.
Side 120 - Heaven has brought me to the state you see; And your condition may be soon like mine, The Child of Sorrow and of Misery...
Side 50 - Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Side 61 - Wisheth her health, and joy, and equal love. Meanwhile, he smokes, and laughs at merry tale, Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint. But I, whom griping Penury surrounds, And Hunger, sure attendant upon Want, With scanty offals...
Side 31 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i