Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volumes 3-4J. Bell, 1789 |
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Pagina 17
... thee Patron of a nation's cause . 446 ' Twas there the world perceiv'd and own'd thee great , Thence Anna call'd thee to the reins of State ; " Go , said the greatest Queen , with Oxford go , And still the tumults of the world below ...
... thee Patron of a nation's cause . 446 ' Twas there the world perceiv'd and own'd thee great , Thence Anna call'd thee to the reins of State ; " Go , said the greatest Queen , with Oxford go , And still the tumults of the world below ...
Pagina 21
... thee , best judge of this refin'd delight , O ! born to genius , lo the Muses write ; ' Tis yours , my Lord , to bid each art excell , And smile on merit which you grace so well ; To make mankind a nobler Broghill see , And find their ...
... thee , best judge of this refin'd delight , O ! born to genius , lo the Muses write ; ' Tis yours , my Lord , to bid each art excell , And smile on merit which you grace so well ; To make mankind a nobler Broghill see , And find their ...
Pagina 81
... thee the Irish harp , new strung , once more Greets our rough rocks , and bleak Hibernian shore : Thou , Thomson , bad'st my fingers wake the strings , fit pru , And with thy praise the wild wood hollow rings ; The shades of reverend ...
... thee the Irish harp , new strung , once more Greets our rough rocks , and bleak Hibernian shore : Thou , Thomson , bad'st my fingers wake the strings , fit pru , And with thy praise the wild wood hollow rings ; The shades of reverend ...
Pagina 82
... Thee their bright sovereign all the signs allow , And Thomson is the name for Nature now : 20 Thou first could'st drive the coursers of the day , Nor through the dazzling glories lost thy way ; Thy steeds red hoofs , still trod th ...
... Thee their bright sovereign all the signs allow , And Thomson is the name for Nature now : 20 Thou first could'st drive the coursers of the day , Nor through the dazzling glories lost thy way ; Thy steeds red hoofs , still trod th ...
Pagina 84
... thee now retir'd What lawn or grove is by the Muse admir'd ? qo Dost thou in Stowe's delightful gardens stray , Or in the glooms of Doddington delay : There sweet embower'd some favorite author read , Or breathe the breezes of thy ...
... thee now retir'd What lawn or grove is by the Muse admir'd ? qo Dost thou in Stowe's delightful gardens stray , Or in the glooms of Doddington delay : There sweet embower'd some favorite author read , Or breathe the breezes of thy ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Almada Bard beams beauteous beauty behold beneath bids blest blushes boast breast breath bright charms colors coursers delight Dovedale dread e'er earth EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fire flame form'd genius give glory glow Goddess grace grove hand heart Heaven Hence heroes hills honor ibid immortal Bard Keswick lays light Lisbon live look Lord Lusiad lyre man-the mind Mount Athos Muse Muse's Nature Nature's numbers Nymphs o'er paint passions pencil plains pleas'd Poet poet's Portugal praise pride race rage reign rise river Wye rocks roll round sacred scene shade shew shine shore sight skies smile soft song soul sound spread strain stream sweet swell Tago's Tagus tears thee thou thought Thro thunder toil Twas vale verse vex'd Viriatus virtue Vitruvius voice waves wild wonder youth Zeuxis σ σ
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Pagina 144 - And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill; Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burthen of threescore.
Pagina 138 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own : Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease ; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ; Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam ; His first, best country ever is at home...
Pagina 140 - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
Pagina 144 - To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign, I turn; and France displays her bright domain. Gay, sprightly land of mirth and social ease, Pleas'd with thyself, whom all the world can please, How often have I led thy sportive choir, With tuneless pipe beside the murmuring Loire...
Pagina 145 - And the weak soul, within itself unblest, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast. Hence ostentation here, with tawdry art, Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart...
Pagina 142 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed; No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, To make him loath his vegetable meal; But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil. Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes...
Pagina 150 - Seen opulence, her grandeur to maintain, Lead stern depopulation in her train, And over fields where scatter'd hamlets rose, In barren solitary pomp repose?
Pagina 137 - Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still : Thus to my breast alternate passions rise, Pleas'd with each good that Heaven to man supplies: Yet oft a sigh prevails, and sorrows fall, To see the hoard of human bliss so small ; And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd, Where my worn soul, each wandering hope at rest, May gather bliss to see my fellows blest.
Pagina 147 - Extremes are only in the master's mind ! Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Pagina 142 - At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down the monarch of a shed ; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board: And haply too some pilgrim, thither led, With many a tale repays the nightly bed.