Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volumes 9-10J. Bell, 1789 |
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... hill Welcom❜d the morn with decent jollity , And all the air their youthful carols fill . With unskill'd hands a simple crown they wove Of vervain , and the never - fading bay ; And rais'd a throne within a rude alcove ; To grace the ...
... hill Welcom❜d the morn with decent jollity , And all the air their youthful carols fill . With unskill'd hands a simple crown they wove Of vervain , and the never - fading bay ; And rais'd a throne within a rude alcove ; To grace the ...
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... hill declines , Has oft been conscious of those happy hours ; But now the hill , the river crown'd with pines , And sainted well have lost their cheering powers . For Thou art gone - My guide , my friend , oh where , Where hast thou ...
... hill declines , Has oft been conscious of those happy hours ; But now the hill , the river crown'd with pines , And sainted well have lost their cheering powers . For Thou art gone - My guide , my friend , oh where , Where hast thou ...
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... her gifts from these once - favor❜d plains ? Has God , in vengeance to a guilty land , Sent Dearth and Famine to her labouring swains D Ah no ; yon hill , where daily sweats my 62 El . X. ELEGIES LOCAL , SYMPATHETIC ,
... her gifts from these once - favor❜d plains ? Has God , in vengeance to a guilty land , Sent Dearth and Famine to her labouring swains D Ah no ; yon hill , where daily sweats my 62 El . X. ELEGIES LOCAL , SYMPATHETIC ,
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John Bell. Ah no ; yon hill , where daily sweats my brow , A thousand flocks , a thousand herds adorn ; Yon field , where late I drove the painful plough , Feels all her acres crown'd with wavy corn . ] But what avails that o'er the ...
John Bell. Ah no ; yon hill , where daily sweats my brow , A thousand flocks , a thousand herds adorn ; Yon field , where late I drove the painful plough , Feels all her acres crown'd with wavy corn . ] But what avails that o'er the ...
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... hills that skirt the North , The wood glows yellow'd by the evening rays ; Silent and beauteous flows the silver Forth , And Aman murmuring thro ' the willows strays . But ah ! what means this silence in the grove , Where oft the wild ...
... hills that skirt the North , The wood glows yellow'd by the evening rays ; Silent and beauteous flows the silver Forth , And Aman murmuring thro ' the willows strays . But ah ! what means this silence in the grove , Where oft the wild ...
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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.