The Beauties of English Poetry: Selected from the Most Esteemed Authors, ... Containing Several Original Pieces, Never Before Published, Volumen2W. Spilsbury, 1804 |
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... song With scenes of Yven - Ming , and sayings of Li- Tsong ; 10 the auspicious patronage he now so justly enjoys , added to the READY Vote of those who furnish ways and means , the royal work will speedily be completed . Verse 2 ...
... song With scenes of Yven - Ming , and sayings of Li- Tsong ; 10 the auspicious patronage he now so justly enjoys , added to the READY Vote of those who furnish ways and means , the royal work will speedily be completed . Verse 2 ...
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... song : While bold Mac - Ossian , wont in Ghosts to deal , Bids candid Smollet from his coffin steal ; Bids Mallock quit his sweet Elysian rest , Sunk in his St. John's philosophic breast , And , like old Orpheus , make some strong ...
... song : While bold Mac - Ossian , wont in Ghosts to deal , Bids candid Smollet from his coffin steal ; Bids Mallock quit his sweet Elysian rest , Sunk in his St. John's philosophic breast , And , like old Orpheus , make some strong ...
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... song could cure his Asiatic spleen , And make him wish to see and to be seen ; That solemn vein of irony so fine , Which , é'en Reviewers own , adorns thy line , 35 Verse 34. A King of Prose . ] Kien - Long , the present Emperor of ...
... song could cure his Asiatic spleen , And make him wish to see and to be seen ; That solemn vein of irony so fine , Which , é'en Reviewers own , adorns thy line , 35 Verse 34. A King of Prose . ] Kien - Long , the present Emperor of ...
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... song ! Come then , and guide my careless pen along ; 50 Yet keep it in the bounds of sense and verse , Nor , like Mac - Homer , make me gabble Erse . Verse 37. That solemn vein of irony . ] " A fine vein of solemn irony runs through ...
... song ! Come then , and guide my careless pen along ; 50 Yet keep it in the bounds of sense and verse , Nor , like Mac - Homer , make me gabble Erse . Verse 37. That solemn vein of irony . ] " A fine vein of solemn irony runs through ...
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... song , undisciplin'd by art , Find a sure patron in each English heart . If this its fate , let all the frippery things Be - plac'd , be - pension'd , and be - starr'd by Kings , Frown on the page , and , with fastidious eye , Like old ...
... song , undisciplin'd by art , Find a sure patron in each English heart . If this its fate , let all the frippery things Be - plac'd , be - pension'd , and be - starr'd by Kings , Frown on the page , and , with fastidious eye , Like old ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 66 - Eurus and Auster, and the dreadful force Of Boreas, that congeals the Cronian waves, Tumultuous enter, with dire chilling blasts Portending agues.
Página 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...
Página 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...