The Muses' Bower,: Embellished with the Beauties of English Poetry, Τόμος 2W. Plant Piercy, 1809 |
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Σελίδα 9
... sure defence from summer's ray , And silver brooks , ( where wanton damsels play ) , Which with soft notes their dimpled crystal roll'd O'er colour'd shells , and sand of native gold ; A rising fountain play'd from every stream , Smil ...
... sure defence from summer's ray , And silver brooks , ( where wanton damsels play ) , Which with soft notes their dimpled crystal roll'd O'er colour'd shells , and sand of native gold ; A rising fountain play'd from every stream , Smil ...
Σελίδα 21
... sure to fade , His highest joys , the shadow of a shade ; To thy fair court I took my weary way , Bewail my folly , and heaven's laws obey , Confess my feeble mind for prayers unfit , And to my maker's will my soul submit : Great ...
... sure to fade , His highest joys , the shadow of a shade ; To thy fair court I took my weary way , Bewail my folly , and heaven's laws obey , Confess my feeble mind for prayers unfit , And to my maker's will my soul submit : Great ...
Σελίδα 29
... sure , of pleasure and of love ; ) And , higher still , a thousand blazing spires Seem'd with gilt tops to threat the heavenly fires . Now each fair stripling plied his lab'ring oar , And strait the pinnace struck the sandy shore . The ...
... sure , of pleasure and of love ; ) And , higher still , a thousand blazing spires Seem'd with gilt tops to threat the heavenly fires . Now each fair stripling plied his lab'ring oar , And strait the pinnace struck the sandy shore . The ...
Σελίδα 44
... sure dispos'd to jest , Who talk'd of dungeons in a place so blest : What harm to open , if it be a cell Where deathful spirits and magicians dwell ? If dark or foul , I need not pass the door ; If new or strange , my soul desires no ...
... sure dispos'd to jest , Who talk'd of dungeons in a place so blest : What harm to open , if it be a cell Where deathful spirits and magicians dwell ? If dark or foul , I need not pass the door ; If new or strange , my soul desires no ...
Σελίδα 72
... sure experience may with truth rely , Who from the reigning cause foretells th ' effect , This barbarous practice ever will reject : For , fluttering loose in air , the rigid sail Soon flits to ruins in the furious gale : And he , who ...
... sure experience may with truth rely , Who from the reigning cause foretells th ' effect , This barbarous practice ever will reject : For , fluttering loose in air , the rigid sail Soon flits to ruins in the furious gale : And he , who ...
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Abelard Abra amorous tale Arion arms beauteous beauty beneath blest bliss blooming blushing bosom bowers brails breast charms cheek Circassia clan Ross clouds coursers damsel dear death deep delight despair dread ECLOGUE Emma Emma's Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair faithless falchion fame fatal fatal ring fate fear fix'd flame flowers gales glowing golden grace Græme grief groan grove hand haste hear heart heav'n honour Hyperanthes light lord lov'd lover Maia maid morn mournful ne'er night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pain pale Palemon Persian plain pleasure Poison'd pow'r pray'r pride rills Rodmond rose rove scene seem'd shade shining shore sighs skies smiles soft soon sorrow soul spread stream sweet swift tears tempest tender Teribazus thee thou thought thro toil touch'd trembling vale venison view'd virtue voice waves weep wind wings woes wretched Xerxes youth
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Σελίδα 92 - And now, lash'd on by destiny severe, With horror fraught, the dreadful scene drew near! The ship hangs hovering on the verge of death, Hell yawns, rocks rise, and breakers roar beneath!— In vain, alas! the sacred shades of yore Would arm the mind with philosophic lore; In vain they'd teach us, at the latest breath, To smile serene amid the pangs of death.
Σελίδα 241 - Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat ? Yet, yet I love! — From Abelard it came, And Eloisa yet must kiss the name. Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd : 10 Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mix'd with God's, his lov'd Idea lies : O write it not my hand — the name appears Already written — wash it out, my tears!
Σελίδα 243 - Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind. Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry ray, Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day. Guiltless I gaz'd ; Heav'n listen'd while you sung ; And truths divine came mended from that tongue. From lips like those what precept fail'd to move ? Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love : Back thro' the paths of pleasing sense I ran, Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'da Man.
Σελίδα 181 - Oh ! let him alone, For making a blunder, or picking a bone. But hang it - to poets who seldom can eat, Your very good mutton's a very good treat; Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt, It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
Σελίδα 242 - Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys. Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks, which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn...
Σελίδα 246 - Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd, but you : Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Σελίδα 254 - Thou, Abelard ! the last sad office pay, And smooth my passage to the realms of day ; See my lips tremble, and my eye-balls roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul ! Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand, The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand, Present the Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
Σελίδα 56 - The warbling birds exalt their evening lay : Blithe skipping o'er yon hill, the fleecy train Join the deep chorus of the lowing plain ; The golden lime, and orange, there were seen . On fragrant branches of perpetual green ; The crystal streams that velvet meadows lave, To the green Ocean roll with chiding wave. . The glassy Ocean hushed forgets to roar, But trembling murmurs on the sandy shore...
Σελίδα 243 - No happier task these faded eyes pursue; To read and weep is all they now can do. Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief; Ah, more than share it, give me all thy grief.
Σελίδα 222 - What is true passion, if unblest it dies ? And where is Emma's joy, if Henry flies ? If love, alas! be pain; the pain I bear No thought can figure, and no tongue declare.