The Works of the English Poets: Rowe and TickellH. Hughs, 1779 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Ah willow Albion arms Atreus Atrides beneath beſtow blefs bleft blood boaſt breaſt Britain's Britannia's Britiſh brow cauſe charms convey'd crown diftant divine doft dreadful Ev'n eyes facred fair fairy falfe fame fate fatire fceptre fcorn fear feas fecret feems fhade fhall fhalt fhining fhore fide fight filent fing fire firft firſt fix'd fkies flain fleep fmiling foft fome footh foul friendſhip ftand ftill ftreams fuch fweet fword Gaul gods grace heart heaven hero himſelf Jove kings lefs lyre maid monarch mortal Mufe Muſe muſt ne'er Nereids numbers nymph o'er once paffion peace pleaſe pleaſure praiſe pride purſued race rage raiſe reign rife riſe ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſpread ſtage ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtrain ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand verfe verſe vows whofe whoſe youth
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Pagina 189 - Or dost thou warn poor mortals left behind, A task well suited to thy gentle mind? Oh ! if sometimes thy spotless form descend : To me, thy aid, thou guardian genius, lend ! When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms, When pain distresses, or when pleasure charms, In silent whisperings purer thoughts impart, And turn from ill, a frail and feeble heart ; Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before, Till bliss shall join, nor death can part us more.
Pagina 192 - Nor think him all thy own. To-morrow, in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare ! But know, fond maid ; and know, false man, That Lucy will be there!
Pagina 206 - The Sun's meridian rays Veil the horizon in one mighty blaze : Nor moon nor star in Heaven's blue arch is seen With kindly rays to silver o'er the green, Grateful to fairy eyes ; they secret take Their rest, and only wretched mortals wake.
Pagina 36 - Oak, fo much of old renown'd? How many worthy gentlemen of late Swore to be true to Mother-church and State ; When their falfe Hearts...
Pagina 193 - When, stretch'd before her rival's corse, She saw her husband dead. Then to his Lucy's new-made grave, Convey'd by trembling swains, One mould with her, beneath one sod, For ever he remains.
Pagina 97 - Through the new pupil fosf ring juices flow, Thrust forth the gems, and give the flowers to blow ; Aloft, immortal reigns the plant unknown, With borrow'd life, and vigour not his own.'* 'TO THE SPECTATOR GENERAL.
Pagina 51 - To forsake the fine folk of the town ! To think that a beauty so gay, So kind and so constant...
Pagina 205 - To red-cheek'd fweet-hearts in their home-fpun gowns. All in a lawn of many a various hue, A bed of flowers (a fairy foreft) grew; 'Twas here one noon, the gaudieft of the May, The ftill, the fecret, filent hour of day, Beneath a lofty tulip's ample made Sate the young lover and th
Pagina 187 - Addison unpaid, Blame not her silence, Warwick, but bemoan, And judge, Oh judge, my bosom by your own. What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verse that real woe inspires : Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart.
Pagina 192 - The solemn boding sound, And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round...