Poems on Various Subjects; Selected to Enforce the Practice of Virtue: And with a View to Comprise in One Volume the Beauties of English Poetry. By Thomas Tomkinseditor, and J. Wallis, 1780 - 204 Seiten |
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... lute he play'd ; But the foft lute refresh'd the lovely maid ; Confpiring elms their umbrage shed around , Wav'd with applause , and liften'd to the found . Sweet Philomel , the chorister of love , The musical enchantress of the grove ...
... lute he play'd ; But the foft lute refresh'd the lovely maid ; Confpiring elms their umbrage shed around , Wav'd with applause , and liften'd to the found . Sweet Philomel , the chorister of love , The musical enchantress of the grove ...
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... lute , A fummons to the mufical difpute ; The fummons fhe receiv'd , refolv'd to try , And daring , warbled out a bold reply . Now sweetest thoughts the gentle swain infpire , And with a dying softness tune the lyre , Echo the vernal ...
... lute , A fummons to the mufical difpute ; The fummons fhe receiv'd , refolv'd to try , And daring , warbled out a bold reply . Now sweetest thoughts the gentle swain infpire , And with a dying softness tune the lyre , Echo the vernal ...
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... lute , this vanquish'd lute I swear Shall never more delight the ravish'd ear ; But broke in fcatter'd fragments , ftrew the plain , And mourn the glories which it could not gain . He said , and as he faid , his foul on fire , With a ...
... lute , this vanquish'd lute I swear Shall never more delight the ravish'd ear ; But broke in fcatter'd fragments , ftrew the plain , And mourn the glories which it could not gain . He said , and as he faid , his foul on fire , With a ...
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... lute the tribute cannot pay , And the big tear has blotted out the lay ! Ye fkilful nine , who fhall the chaplet weave ? Hail his bright day ! --- nor mourn his tranquil eve ! Your Garrick hail ! -- he breathes , -- he lives again ...
... lute the tribute cannot pay , And the big tear has blotted out the lay ! Ye fkilful nine , who fhall the chaplet weave ? Hail his bright day ! --- nor mourn his tranquil eve ! Your Garrick hail ! -- he breathes , -- he lives again ...
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æther beauty beſt beſtow bleffings blifs bloom bluſh bofom breaſt breath charms cheek DAVID GARRICK defcends e'er eaſe Ev'n ev'ry facred fafe fair fate fcenes fecret feek fhade fhall figh filent filver fing firſt fleep flow flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons footh forrow foul fpread friendſhip ftill fuch fweet glow goodneſs grace grove happineſs heart heav'n hour laſt luftre lyre mind moffy morn moſt mourn mufe mufic muſt nature's ne'er night nymph o'er paffions peace pleaſing pleaſure Plutus pow'r praife praiſe pride raiſe reft reſt rife riſe rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhed ſhine ſhould ſkies ſky ſmiling ſpread ſpring ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſtream ſweet tear thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand train trembling tuneful vale virtue voice warbling whofe Whoſe wiſh youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 150 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Seite 81 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Seite 186 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Seite 178 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Seite 183 - Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...
Seite 193 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Seite 99 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Seite 82 - Or aught Thy goodness lent. Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Seite 149 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Seite 185 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade; And young and old come forth to play On.