Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. X.John Bell, 1789 - 192 σελίδες |
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... ween the wanton Queen of love , All buxom as the waves from whence she rose , With her twin sons , who idly round her rove , One Eros hight , the other Anteros ; Albeit brothers , different as foes : This sated , POEMS IN THE Poem 1.
... ween the wanton Queen of love , All buxom as the waves from whence she rose , With her twin sons , who idly round her rove , One Eros hight , the other Anteros ; Albeit brothers , different as foes : This sated , POEMS IN THE Poem 1.
Σελίδα 5
... rose forbear ; For prickles sharp do arm the dang'rous rosiere . XI . " Prickles will pain , and pain will banish love : I charge thee , Psyche , then the rose forbear . When faint and sick , thy languors to remove , To yon ambrosial ...
... rose forbear ; For prickles sharp do arm the dang'rous rosiere . XI . " Prickles will pain , and pain will banish love : I charge thee , Psyche , then the rose forbear . When faint and sick , thy languors to remove , To yon ambrosial ...
Σελίδα 6
... rose forbear , If thou wouldst scathe avoid , Psyche , forewarn'd , beware ! XIII . " How sweet thy words to my enchanted ear ! " ( With grateful , modest confidence she said ) " If Cupid speak , I could for ever hear ; Trust me , my ...
... rose forbear , If thou wouldst scathe avoid , Psyche , forewarn'd , beware ! XIII . " How sweet thy words to my enchanted ear ! " ( With grateful , modest confidence she said ) " If Cupid speak , I could for ever hear ; Trust me , my ...
Σελίδα 9
... rose , and wending coasts it round and round To find unguarded pass , hopeless to leap the mound . XXI . As on the margin of a stream he stood , Slow rolling from that paradise within , A snake's out - case untenanted he view'd ...
... rose , and wending coasts it round and round To find unguarded pass , hopeless to leap the mound . XXI . As on the margin of a stream he stood , Slow rolling from that paradise within , A snake's out - case untenanted he view'd ...
Σελίδα 13
... rose enjoy'd by me ? ” ' Twas love , not malice , form'd the kind decree , ( Half - wroth , she cried :) " Thine all these buskets are , Thine fruite and flow'r , were Cupid's words to me : But oh ! I charge thee , Love , the rose ...
... rose enjoy'd by me ? ” ' Twas love , not malice , form'd the kind decree , ( Half - wroth , she cried :) " Thine all these buskets are , Thine fruite and flow'r , were Cupid's words to me : But oh ! I charge thee , Love , the rose ...
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Σελίδα 127 - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose ! Can Passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.
Σελίδα 106 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene. In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on. ocean-wave serene The southern sun diffused his dazzling...
Σελίδα 100 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven I X.
Σελίδα 113 - O Nature, how in every charm supreme ! Whose votaries feast on raptures ever new ! O for the voice and fire of seraphim, To sing thy glories with devotion due ! Blest be the day I 'scaped the wrangling crew. From Pyrrho's maze, and Epicurus...
Σελίδα 130 - Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome, Where night and desolation ever frown. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down ; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrown, Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave. And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
Σελίδα 138 - Sweet were your shades, O ye primeval groves ! Whose boughs to man his food and shelter lent, Pure in his pleasures, happy in his loves, His eye still smiling, and his heart content. Then, hand in hand, health, sport, and labour went. Nature supply'd the wish she taught to crave.
Σελίδα 115 - O cruel ! will no pang of pity pierce That heart, by lust of lucre sear'd to stone ? For sure, if aught of virtue last, or verse, To latest times shall tender souls bemoan Those hopeless orphan-babes by thy fell arts undone.
Σελίδα 97 - I who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar...
Σελίδα 148 - Warbling at will through each harmonious maze, Was taught to modulate the artful strain, I fain would sing : — but ah ! I strive in vain. Sighs from a breaking heart my voice confound . With trembling step, to join yon weeping train , I haste, where gleams funereal glare around, And, mix'd with shrieks of woe, the knells of death resound. LXII. Adieu, ye lays, that Fancy's flowers adorn, The soft amusement of the vacant mind...
Σελίδα 123 - OF chance or change, 0 let not man complain, Else shall he never, never cease to wail ; For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain Rears the lone cottage in the silent dale, All feel the assault of Fortune's fickle gale...