Poems, by Somerville, Pattison, Savage, Broome, and Swift, Ausgaben 80-81 |
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... rise , to scorn the beaten road , and range the skies . A genius so refiu'd , so just , so great , in Britain's isle shall fix the muse's seat , and new Parnassus shall at home create : rules from thy works each future bard shall draw ...
... rise , to scorn the beaten road , and range the skies . A genius so refiu'd , so just , so great , in Britain's isle shall fix the muse's seat , and new Parnassus shall at home create : rules from thy works each future bard shall draw ...
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William Somervile. myself ; and , how this world : she bade me rise to nobler flights regardless of a race of factious emmets ; pointed where to place my bliss , and lodg'd me in thy soft embrace . Here on thy yielding down I sit secure ...
William Somervile. myself ; and , how this world : she bade me rise to nobler flights regardless of a race of factious emmets ; pointed where to place my bliss , and lodg'd me in thy soft embrace . Here on thy yielding down I sit secure ...
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... rise ! ' t is honour calls ; from me my Henry flies ! honour , to him , more bright than Rosamonda's eyes ! not thus my honour with his passion strove , his sighs I pity , and indulg'd his love : he then cry'd , honour was an empty name ...
... rise ! ' t is honour calls ; from me my Henry flies ! honour , to him , more bright than Rosamonda's eyes ! not thus my honour with his passion strove , his sighs I pity , and indulg'd his love : he then cry'd , honour was an empty name ...
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... rise , beam on my soul , and brighten in my eyes ! he lives ! he lives ! I see his banner spread , and laurels , wreath'd round the gay victor's head ! ye winds ! convey the news to Albion's floods ! ye floods ! resound it to the joyous ...
... rise , beam on my soul , and brighten in my eyes ! he lives ! he lives ! I see his banner spread , and laurels , wreath'd round the gay victor's head ! ye winds ! convey the news to Albion's floods ! ye floods ! resound it to the joyous ...
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... rise and supplicate the vengeance near . Then ( as methought ) I wak'd with threaten'd woes , emerging from thick shades , a phantom rose . One hand sustain'd , a short , but naked sword , and one a golden bowl , with poison stor❜d ...
... rise and supplicate the vengeance near . Then ( as methought ) I wak'd with threaten'd woes , emerging from thick shades , a phantom rose . One hand sustain'd , a short , but naked sword , and one a golden bowl , with poison stor❜d ...
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amid Bangorian controversy BAUCIS AND PHILEMON beauty beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath Cadenus call'd charms crimes Dean dear death deep delight divine e'er earth ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fate fire fix'd flame fortune frown grace grief grove hear heart heaven honour Idless JANE WARTON kind lady light live Lord Lord Cornwallis mattadore melt mind mother muse MUSIDORA nature nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Ovid pain pale saints Pallas passion peace Philomela pity pleasure poet poison'd praise pride queen rage rapture red vengeance rise Rosamonda round Savage scene scorn shade sigh sing smile soft song sorrows soul Southdean Spring Stella strains streams sweet swelling Swift tears tempest tender thee thine thou thought toil truth Vanessa verses virtue wild William Broome winds wing woes wretched youth
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Seite 67 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Seite 67 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Seite 20 - Up springs the lark, Shrill-voiced, and loud, the messenger of morn; Ere yet the shadows fly, he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations.
Seite 77 - See here thy pictured life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
Seite 65 - Father of light and life, thou Good Supreme ! O teach me what is good ; teach me Thyself! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit; and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure; Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss...
Seite 37 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Seite 14 - E'er plough'd for him. They too are temper'd high, With hunger stung and wild necessity, Nor lodges pity in their shaggy breast. But Man, whom Nature form'd of milder clay, With every kind emotion in his heart, And taught alone to weep ; while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies, herbs, And fruits, as...
Seite 66 - Smoothed up with snow; and, what is land unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
Seite 44 - Cadenus many things had writ ; Vanessa much esteem'd his wit, And call'd for his Poetic Works ; Meantime the boy in secret lurks. And, while the book was in her hand, The urchin from his private stand Took aim, and shot with all his strength A dart of such prodigious length, It pierc'd the feeble volume through, And deep transtixM her bosom too.
Seite 53 - But what success Vanessa met Is to the world a secret yet. Whether the nymph, to please her swain, Talks in a high romantic strain; Or whether he at last descends To act with less seraphic ends; Or, to compound the business, whether They temper love and books together; Must never to mankind be told, Nor shall the conscious Muse unfold.