Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volumes 9-10J. Bell, 1789 |
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... breath To snatch from dumb Oblivion others fame ? My darling child here lies a prey to Death ! Let gentle OTWAY , white - rob'd PITY's priest , From grief domestic teach the tears to flow , Or SOUTHERN captivate th ' impassion'd breast ...
... breath To snatch from dumb Oblivion others fame ? My darling child here lies a prey to Death ! Let gentle OTWAY , white - rob'd PITY's priest , From grief domestic teach the tears to flow , Or SOUTHERN captivate th ' impassion'd breast ...
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... breath that drew ) Swift down the sun - beams of the noon - tide rode . Obedient to the necromantic sway Of an old sage to solitude resign'd , With fenny vapors he obscur'd the day , Launch'd the long lightning , and let loose the wind ...
... breath that drew ) Swift down the sun - beams of the noon - tide rode . Obedient to the necromantic sway Of an old sage to solitude resign'd , With fenny vapors he obscur'd the day , Launch'd the long lightning , and let loose the wind ...
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... breath his heart's red current froze , And Horror's dew - drops bath'd his frantic head . More had I seen - but now the God of day O'er earth's broad breast his flood of light had spread , When Morpheus call'd his fickle dreams away ...
... breath his heart's red current froze , And Horror's dew - drops bath'd his frantic head . More had I seen - but now the God of day O'er earth's broad breast his flood of light had spread , When Morpheus call'd his fickle dreams away ...
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... breath , Nor all the winning charms of blooming youth Subdue thy flinty heart , obdurate Death ! / Ah me ! full many a victim yet unborn , Relentless tyrant , at thy feet must fall , Before the dawning of that joyful morn When thou ...
... breath , Nor all the winning charms of blooming youth Subdue thy flinty heart , obdurate Death ! / Ah me ! full many a victim yet unborn , Relentless tyrant , at thy feet must fall , Before the dawning of that joyful morn When thou ...
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... breathing bust , the sculptur'd vase . And all the labors of the artist's hand , Dissolve ; and virtue's adamantine base Alone amid the wreck of matter stand . Yea , tho ' creation founder in the storm , And whelming perish in the gen ...
... breathing bust , the sculptur'd vase . And all the labors of the artist's hand , Dissolve ; and virtue's adamantine base Alone amid the wreck of matter stand . Yea , tho ' creation founder in the storm , And whelming perish in the gen ...
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beauteous beauty beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms chear Columbel Dames dart death dread Dryads ELEGY ev'ry eyes fair fame Fancy fate faultering flame fled flowers fond frown gentle gild gloom glow grace grief grove hand heart heaven hope hour House of Guise JAMES BEATTIE Knight life's lonely lov'd Lycon lyre maid Mary's tomb mind MONODY morn mote mourn MUSAEUS Muse Nature's ne'er Nymphs o'er pain pale peace perdie pity plain pow'r quoth rage rise rose round rovd scene shade sighs silence skies smile soft song soon sooth sorrows soul Spenser spleen sprightly Squire strain stream Suadela swain sweet tear thee thine thou thought thro toil tomb trembling vale virgin train virtue Virtue's waves ween weeping wend wight wild WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE wind wing youth σ σ
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Page 149 - midst the changeful scenery, ever new, Fancy a thousand wondrous forms descries, More wildly great than ever pencil drew, Rocks, torrents, gulfs, and shapes of giant size, And glittering cliffs on cliffs, and fiery ramparts rise.
Page 138 - Is yonder wave the sun's eternal bed ? Soon shall the orient with new lustre burn, And spring shall soon her vital influence shed, Again attune the grove, again adorn the mead.
Page 134 - But why should I his childish feats display ? Concourse and noise, and toil, he ever fled ; Nor cared to mingle in the clamorous fray Of squabbling imps ; but to the forest sped, Or roam'd at large the lonely mountain's head", Or, where the maze of some bewilder'd stream To deep untrodden groves his footsteps led. There would he wander wild, till Phoebus' beam, Shot from the western cliff, released the weary team.
Page 142 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? — The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide, The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide ; The hum of bees ; the linnet's lay of love ; And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Page 144 - Who to th' enraptur'd heart, and ear, and eye, Teach beauty, virtue, truth, and love, and melody. XLI. Hence ! ye, who snare and stupify the mind, Sophists, of beauty, virtue, joy, the bane ! Greedy and fell, though impotent and blind, Who spread your filthy nets in Truth's fair fane, And ever ply your venom'd fangs amain ! Hence to dark Error's den, whose rankling slime First gave you form ! Hence ! lest the Muse should deign (Though loath on theme so mean to waste a rhyme), With vengeance to pursue...
Page 174 - Nor less to regulate man's moral frame Science exerts her all-composing sway. Flutters thy breast with fear, or pants for fame, Or pines, to indolence and spleen a prey, Or avarice, a fiend more fierce than they ? Flee to the shade of Academus...
Page 135 - The crimson cloud, blue main, and mountain grey, •And lake, dim-gleaming on the smoky lawn : Far to the west the long long vale withdrawn, Where twilight loves to linger for a while ; And now he faintly kens the bounding fawn, And villager abroad at early toil. But lo ! the Sun appears ! and heaven, earth, ocean, smile.
Page 142 - O to thy cursed scream, discordant still, Let harmony aye shut her gentle ear : Thy boastful mirth let jealous rivals spill, Insult thy crest, and glossy pinions tear, And ever in thy dreams the ruthless fox appear.
Page 136 - 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 shene.
Page 158 - midst the rocks was heard to flow In solemn sounds. Now beam'd the evening star ; And from embattled clouds emerging slow, Cynthia came riding on her silver car ; And hoary mountain-cliffs shone faintly from afar.