Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry ...J. Bell, 1789 |
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Pagina 5
... wind Or , in the Spring , with skilful care , Range them his influence best to share ; Did not the sun , their genial sire , The vegetative soul inspire : Instruct the senseless aukward root , And teach the fibres how to shoot : Command ...
... wind Or , in the Spring , with skilful care , Range them his influence best to share ; Did not the sun , their genial sire , The vegetative soul inspire : Instruct the senseless aukward root , And teach the fibres how to shoot : Command ...
Pagina 6
... winds , are seen Array'd in everlasting green . Nor with a care beneath thy skill Dost thou that vast employment fill . Hail , Horticulture's sapient King ! Receive the homage that we bring : While at thy feet , with reverence low , All ...
... winds , are seen Array'd in everlasting green . Nor with a care beneath thy skill Dost thou that vast employment fill . Hail , Horticulture's sapient King ! Receive the homage that we bring : While at thy feet , with reverence low , All ...
Pagina 8
... wind : And , scorning Nature's temperate rules , Like madmen liv'd , and dy'd like fools : Teach us , thou learn'd judicious Sage , The manners of a wiser age ! To thee was given by Jove to keep Those grottoes 8 Epist . I. EPISTLES ...
... wind : And , scorning Nature's temperate rules , Like madmen liv'd , and dy'd like fools : Teach us , thou learn'd judicious Sage , The manners of a wiser age ! To thee was given by Jove to keep Those grottoes 8 Epist . I. EPISTLES ...
Pagina 13
... winds , that frequent blow , With cruel drifts of rain or snow ; And dreadful ills , both Fall and Spring , On alien vegetables bring . Nor art thou less inclin'd to save , Than they thy generous aid to crave : But , with like pleasure ...
... winds , that frequent blow , With cruel drifts of rain or snow ; And dreadful ills , both Fall and Spring , On alien vegetables bring . Nor art thou less inclin'd to save , Than they thy generous aid to crave : But , with like pleasure ...
Pagina 36
... wind ? Here , noble Stafford , thy unfinish'd dome , And thence the long - stretch'd race of Berkeley come . Till tossing , and full feasted more than tir'd , We change the wilder scene for paths retir'd , Quit the rough element , and ...
... wind ? Here , noble Stafford , thy unfinish'd dome , And thence the long - stretch'd race of Berkeley come . Till tossing , and full feasted more than tir'd , We change the wilder scene for paths retir'd , Quit the rough element , and ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Almada awful beams beauty behold bending beneath bids blessings blest bliss boast Bobart bold breast breathe brow Carlo Maratti charms chearful Chepstow cliffs clime dear deep delight Dovedale dread e'er earl of Danby earth EPISTLES DESCRIPTIVE Ev'n fair fame fate fire flame Friend gale glow grace groves happy heart heaven heroes hills honor ibid Keswick King lake Laocoon light Lisboa's Lisbon lofty Lord Lusiad Methinks mind mines Monmouthshire mountains Muse Muse's native Nature's numbers o'er ocean OLIVER GOLDSMITH paint patriot Phidias Pindus plains pleas'd pleasure Portugal praise prey pride race rage realms reign rise river Wye rocks round sacred scene Sertorius shade shew shine shore skies smiling soul Spain spread Spring steep stray stream sweet swelling Tago's Tagus thee thine thou Thro throne tide toil vale Viriatus Wainfleet waves Whitehaven wild winds wonder woodlark woods
Populaire passages
Pagina 149 - How small , of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Pagina 136 - 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. And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare, And estimate the blessings which they share, Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind ; As different good, by art or nature given To different nations, makes their blessings even.
Pagina 148 - E'en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays Through tangled forests, and through dangerous ways, [23] Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim; There, while above the giddy tempest flies, And all around distressful yells arise, The pensive exile, bending with his woe, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Casts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with mine. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss...
Pagina 134 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale, Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Pagina 140 - 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...
Pagina 145 - 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, Intent on high designs — a thoughtful band, By forms unfashion'd, fresh from Nature's hand, Fierce in their native hardiness of soul, True to imagin'd- right, above control; While even the peasant boasts these rights to scan, And learns to venerate himself as man.
Pagina 147 - Till half a patriot, half a coward grown, I fly from petty tyrants to the throne.
Pagina 134 - E'en now, where Alpine solitudes ascend, I sit me down a pensive hour to spend ; And placed on high, above the storm's career, Look downward where a hundred realms appear ; Lakes, forests, cities, plains extending wide, The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride. When thus creation's charms around combine, Amidst the store, should thankless pride repine? Say, should the philosophic mind disdain That good which makes each humbler bosom vain .' Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can, These...
Pagina 142 - With tuneless pipe, beside the murmuring Loire? Where shading elms along the margin grew, And freshen'd from the wave the zephyr flew...
Pagina 140 - 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.