Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. X.John Bell, 1789 - 192 pages |
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... watches of the east , That none mote rush in with the tyde of wind : He went to Venus to make fond request From fleshly ferm to loosen Psyche's mind , And her eftsoons transmew . She forlore pin'd ; And Poem I. STANZA OF SPENSER .
... watches of the east , That none mote rush in with the tyde of wind : He went to Venus to make fond request From fleshly ferm to loosen Psyche's mind , And her eftsoons transmew . She forlore pin'd ; And Poem I. STANZA OF SPENSER .
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... mind . XL . Her bleeding , faint , disorder'd , woe - begon , Stretcht on the bank beside the fatal thorn , Venus who came to seek her with her Son , Beheld . She stop'd : And albe heav'nly born , Ruthful of other's woe , began to mourn ...
... mind . XL . Her bleeding , faint , disorder'd , woe - begon , Stretcht on the bank beside the fatal thorn , Venus who came to seek her with her Son , Beheld . She stop'd : And albe heav'nly born , Ruthful of other's woe , began to mourn ...
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... mind misleads To actions which it otherwise would shun . The courtier lythe , if right report areeds , Will unawhap'd to seize his vantage run ; And so will most men underneath the sun ; Or be they patriot call'd , or bard , or knight ...
... mind misleads To actions which it otherwise would shun . The courtier lythe , if right report areeds , Will unawhap'd to seize his vantage run ; And so will most men underneath the sun ; Or be they patriot call'd , or bard , or knight ...
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... mind , Be not the fruits of joyment quickly wasted , And to your heart her happy image bind : Think what she merits who whilear was kind , Nor by inconstancy her peace destroy ; Inconstancy , that monster fell and blind , That , vainly ...
... mind , Be not the fruits of joyment quickly wasted , And to your heart her happy image bind : Think what she merits who whilear was kind , Nor by inconstancy her peace destroy ; Inconstancy , that monster fell and blind , That , vainly ...
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... womankind : For craven heart , they say , ne'er won fair lady's mind . VII . So on he prick'd , and from a rising ground Discern'd before him , in a distant vale , A castle fair : and auncient oaks around Did to 52 Poem III . POEMS IN THE.
... womankind : For craven heart , they say , ne'er won fair lady's mind . VII . So on he prick'd , and from a rising ground Discern'd before him , in a distant vale , A castle fair : and auncient oaks around Did to 52 Poem III . POEMS IN THE.
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Page 127 - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose ! Can Passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.
Page 106 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene. In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on. ocean-wave serene The southern sun diffused his dazzling...
Page 100 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven I X.
Page 113 - O Nature, how in every charm supreme ! Whose votaries feast on raptures ever new ! O for the voice and fire of seraphim, To sing thy glories with devotion due ! Blest be the day I 'scaped the wrangling crew. From Pyrrho's maze, and Epicurus...
Page 130 - Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome, Where night and desolation ever frown. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down ; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrown, Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave. And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
Page 138 - Sweet were your shades, O ye primeval groves ! Whose boughs to man his food and shelter lent, Pure in his pleasures, happy in his loves, His eye still smiling, and his heart content. Then, hand in hand, health, sport, and labour went. Nature supply'd the wish she taught to crave.
Page 115 - O cruel ! will no pang of pity pierce That heart, by lust of lucre sear'd to stone ? For sure, if aught of virtue last, or verse, To latest times shall tender souls bemoan Those hopeless orphan-babes by thy fell arts undone.
Page 97 - I who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar...
Page 148 - Warbling at will through each harmonious maze, Was taught to modulate the artful strain, I fain would sing : — but ah ! I strive in vain. Sighs from a breaking heart my voice confound . With trembling step, to join yon weeping train , I haste, where gleams funereal glare around, And, mix'd with shrieks of woe, the knells of death resound. LXII. Adieu, ye lays, that Fancy's flowers adorn, The soft amusement of the vacant mind...
Page 123 - OF chance or change, 0 let not man complain, Else shall he never, never cease to wail ; For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain Rears the lone cottage in the silent dale, All feel the assault of Fortune's fickle gale...