Poems, by Somerville, Pattison, Savage, Broome, and Swift, Ausgaben 80-81 |
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... strains ! be it thy task to set the wanderer right , point out her way in her ærial flight ! her noble mien , her honours lost restore , and bid her deeply think , and proudly soar . Thy theme sublime , and easy verse , will prove her ...
... strains ! be it thy task to set the wanderer right , point out her way in her ærial flight ! her noble mien , her honours lost restore , and bid her deeply think , and proudly soar . Thy theme sublime , and easy verse , will prove her ...
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... strains of passion can impart the pangs of absence to an amorous heart ! Far , far too faint the powers of language prove , language that slow interpreter of love ! souls pair'd like our's , like our's to union wrought , converse by ...
... strains of passion can impart the pangs of absence to an amorous heart ! Far , far too faint the powers of language prove , language that slow interpreter of love ! souls pair'd like our's , like our's to union wrought , converse by ...
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... strains I sooth'd a grateful fire , and all the woman glow'd with soft desire . Till as I wish'd I heard the vocal breeze , proclaim my Hen'ry rustling through the trees ; o'erjoy'd , I ran to meet thy longing arms , and taste a dear ...
... strains I sooth'd a grateful fire , and all the woman glow'd with soft desire . Till as I wish'd I heard the vocal breeze , proclaim my Hen'ry rustling through the trees ; o'erjoy'd , I ran to meet thy longing arms , and taste a dear ...
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... strains , that ever breath'd a dying lover's pains ; that ever yet could unsuccessful prove , when arm'd with all the eloquence of love ; and if you find some tender moving part , soften your soul , and steal upon your heart ; ww ( for ...
... strains , that ever breath'd a dying lover's pains ; that ever yet could unsuccessful prove , when arm'd with all the eloquence of love ; and if you find some tender moving part , soften your soul , and steal upon your heart ; ww ( for ...
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... strain ; ) to shape , as time shall serve , my verse , or prose , to flatter thence , nor slur , a courtier's foes ; nor him to daub b with praise , if I prevail ; nor shock'd by him with libels to assail . Where these are not , what ...
... strain ; ) to shape , as time shall serve , my verse , or prose , to flatter thence , nor slur , a courtier's foes ; nor him to daub b with praise , if I prevail ; nor shock'd by him with libels to assail . Where these are not , what ...
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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.