Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry ..., Volumes 13-15John Bell, 1791 |
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... wake each tender feeling of the soul , And deck instruction in the pleasing charms of song . With patriot ardor I behold The mirthful Muse for freedom bold ; Tho ' chaste , severe ; tho ' poignant , sweet ; For long uncertain where to ...
... wake each tender feeling of the soul , And deck instruction in the pleasing charms of song . With patriot ardor I behold The mirthful Muse for freedom bold ; Tho ' chaste , severe ; tho ' poignant , sweet ; For long uncertain where to ...
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... wake the slumb'ring flow'rs . Nor yet is Sleep's supreme command Confin'd to these cold dreary plains ; O'er sultry Libya's boiling sand This universal monarch reigns ; And where with heat the sable Indians glow , While streams of light ...
... wake the slumb'ring flow'rs . Nor yet is Sleep's supreme command Confin'd to these cold dreary plains ; O'er sultry Libya's boiling sand This universal monarch reigns ; And where with heat the sable Indians glow , While streams of light ...
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... wake thy cruel fate to moan , To curse th ' insatiate thirst of gain , And proud Iberia's bloody son ! Old India's genius wept o'er millions slain , And streams of gore ran foaming to the main . But why to tragic scenes like these Wilt ...
... wake thy cruel fate to moan , To curse th ' insatiate thirst of gain , And proud Iberia's bloody son ! Old India's genius wept o'er millions slain , And streams of gore ran foaming to the main . But why to tragic scenes like these Wilt ...
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... Wake you with her solemn strain , And teach pleas'd Echo to complain . With you roses brighter bloom , Sweeter every sweet perfume , Purer every fountain flows , Stronger every wilding grows . Let those toil for gold who please , Or for ...
... Wake you with her solemn strain , And teach pleas'd Echo to complain . With you roses brighter bloom , Sweeter every sweet perfume , Purer every fountain flows , Stronger every wilding grows . Let those toil for gold who please , Or for ...
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... balmy power ; While no terrific dreams dispel The slumbers of the sober hour ; Which oft , array'd in darkness drear , Wake the wild eye of pride to fear . Content with all a farm would yield , Thus SIDON's 104 Ode XII . ODES .
... balmy power ; While no terrific dreams dispel The slumbers of the sober hour ; Which oft , array'd in darkness drear , Wake the wild eye of pride to fear . Content with all a farm would yield , Thus SIDON's 104 Ode XII . ODES .
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ARGANTYR awful beauty Behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath brow charms courser crown'd deep drest e'er ELIJAH FENTON Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fate fear fire flowers FRANCIS FAWKES Genius gloom glory glow Goddess grace Graecian grove hail hand hast hear heart Heaven HERVOR hour Hymettus JAMES GRAINGER JOSEPH WARTON kings life's light lov'd lyre maid mind mourn Muse Muse's Naiads Nature's ne'er night numbers nymphs o'er Odin peace Pindaric plain pow'r praise pride rage rapture reign rise round sacred SAMUEL JOHNSON scene shade shine sing skies smile soft solemn song sooth soul sound Spring strain stream Surtur sweet swell tear tempest thee thine THOMAS PENROSE thou thought Thracian thro tomb vale Virtue Virtue's voice wake wave wild WILLIAM WHITEHEAD wind wing youth
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Página 96 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Página 121 - After his return from France, the writer of this character paid him a visit at Islington, where he was waiting for his sister, whom he had directed to meet him: there was then nothing of disorder discernible in his mind by any but himself; but he had withdrawn from study, and travelled with no other book than an English Testament, such as children carry to the school : when his friend took it into his hand out of curiosity to see what companion a Man of Letters had chosen, I have but one book...
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Página 94 - Tho' singularity and pride Be call'd our choice, we'll step aside, Nor join the giddy dance. From the gay world, we'll oft retire To our own family and fire, Where love our hours employs ; No noisy neighbour enters here, No intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heart-felt joys. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast...
Página 73 - WHEN in the crimson cloud of even The lingering light decays, And Hesper on the front of heaven His glittering gem displays ; Deep in the silent vale, unseen, Beside a lulling stream, A pensive youth of placid mien Indulged this tender theme : " Ye cliffs, in hoary grandeur piled High o'er the glimmering dale ; Ye woods, along whose windings wild Murmurs the solemn gale : Where Melancholy strays forlorn, And Woe retires to weep, What time the wan moon's yellow horn Gleams on the western deep :
Página 49 - O'er its drown'd banks, forbidding all return ! Or, if he meditate his wish'd escape, To some dim hill, that seems uprising near, To his faint eye, the grim and grisly shape, In all its terrors clad, shall wild appear.