The muse in a moral humour: being a collection of tales, fables, pastorals, &c. by several handsFrancis Noble; John Noble, 1757 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 31
Seite 21
... Hours of Love , I vow To fhare your Fate thro ' ev'ry Scene of Woe ; Content , with you , to yield my vital Breath ; For Life , without you , would but lengthen Death . With fuch sweet Talk their Moments they beguile ; Both feem ...
... Hours of Love , I vow To fhare your Fate thro ' ev'ry Scene of Woe ; Content , with you , to yield my vital Breath ; For Life , without you , would but lengthen Death . With fuch sweet Talk their Moments they beguile ; Both feem ...
Seite 43
... Hour of Day Came onward , mantled o'er with fober Grey ; Nature in Silence bid the World repofe ; When near the Road a stately Palace rose : There , by the Moon , thro ' Ranks of Trees they pass , Whose Verdure crown'd their floping ...
... Hour of Day Came onward , mantled o'er with fober Grey ; Nature in Silence bid the World repofe ; When near the Road a stately Palace rose : There , by the Moon , thro ' Ranks of Trees they pass , Whose Verdure crown'd their floping ...
Seite 48
... Hours with Pray'r . At length the World , renew'd by calm Re- pofe , Was ftrong for Toil , the dappled Morn arose ; Before the Pilgrims part , the Younger crept Near the clos'd Cradle where an Infant flept , And writh'd his Neck ; the ...
... Hours with Pray'r . At length the World , renew'd by calm Re- pofe , Was ftrong for Toil , the dappled Morn arose ; Before the Pilgrims part , the Younger crept Near the clos'd Cradle where an Infant flept , And writh'd his Neck ; the ...
Seite 55
... Hours , This lefs confpicuous Spot of ours : Surpriz'd , a lovely Form I faw , That touch'd me with Delight and Awe ; ' Twas near , and while my Looks betray'd My Wonder , thus the Stranger faid : " If view'd by thee , with wond'rous ...
... Hours , This lefs confpicuous Spot of ours : Surpriz'd , a lovely Form I faw , That touch'd me with Delight and Awe ; ' Twas near , and while my Looks betray'd My Wonder , thus the Stranger faid : " If view'd by thee , with wond'rous ...
Seite 62
... Hours . Now on the Margin of a murm'ring Stream He fits all Day , and makes the Nymph his Theme . Of Health regardless , on the Turf he lies , Loft to all Joy , till Sleep has clos'd his Eyes : On Beds of Rofes now he feems to rest ...
... Hours . Now on the Margin of a murm'ring Stream He fits all Day , and makes the Nymph his Theme . Of Health regardless , on the Turf he lies , Loft to all Joy , till Sleep has clos'd his Eyes : On Beds of Rofes now he feems to rest ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
The Muse in a Moral Humour: Being a Collection of Tales, Fables, Pastorals ... Muse Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Agathocles Avaro Beauty beſt blefs'd bleft Blifs Bliſs bluſhing Breaſt Cauſe Charms Cingetorix Columbo cou'd crown'd cry'd Curfe Cydippe Dæmons Dame dead dear Deſpair dy'd e'er Ev'ning ev'ry Eyes facred fafely faid Fair Fame Fate Fear feem'd fhall fhun figh filent firft firſt fix'd Flame Foes foft fome foon Friend ftill fuch fure gen'rous Grief Grove Guife Heart Heav'n hence a real himſelf Joys juſt laſt leaſt lefs loft lov'd Love Lover Maid moſt mournful muſt ne'er Nymph o'er Oroonoko Pain pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Pray'r Prince real Paffion Reft reply'd rife ſaid Shade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould Sire Snaith Soul ſpread ſtand ſtay STEPHEN DUCK ſtill ſtood ſweet Tafte Tale Tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou Thought thouſand thro trembling twas Virgin Train Virtue Vows wand'ring Whofe Whoſe Wind Wiſh wou'd Wretch Youth Zara
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 125 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Seite 128 - The phantom flies me, as unkind as you. . I call aloud; it hears not what I say: I stretch my empty arms; it glides away. To dream once more I close my willing eyes; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise! Alas, no more! methinks we wand'ring go Thro...
Seite 42 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Seite 48 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Seite 120 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join. Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this power away; And is my Abelard less kind than they?
Seite 129 - When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll, And swelling organs lift the rising soul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight: In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd, While altars blaze, and angels tremble round.
Seite 46 - Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care, And half he welcomes in the shivering pair...
Seite 44 - The pair arrive : the liveried servants wait; Their lord receives them at the pompous gate. The table groans with costly piles of food, And all is more than hospitably good. Then led to rest, the day's long toil they drown, Deep sunk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of down. At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of day, Along the...
Seite 49 - His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points...
Seite 52 - Conscious of wanting worth, he views the bowl, And feels compassion touch his grateful soul. Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below. * Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, But now the child half-wean'd his heart from God ; (Child of his age) for him he liv'd in pain, And measur'd back his steps to earth again. To what excesses had his dotage run ! But God, to...