Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volumes 9-10J. Bell, 1789 |
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... lost . " Thy glories now are levell❜d low in earth ; No longer Beauty doth thy bowers adorn ; No more thy woods resound the voice of Mirth ; The laurel from thy victor brow is torn ! 50 = llward " But thou whose bosom foreign sorrow ...
... lost . " Thy glories now are levell❜d low in earth ; No longer Beauty doth thy bowers adorn ; No more thy woods resound the voice of Mirth ; The laurel from thy victor brow is torn ! 50 = llward " But thou whose bosom foreign sorrow ...
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... lost , his Guilt divulg'd by Fame ) Some rude Dismantler of this Abbey sleeps . Long , long in thought the patient Earth he curs'd That bore the Fabric's then unbroken Spires ; 7 Long wish'd the pow'r to bid Volcanos burst , Or call ...
... lost , his Guilt divulg'd by Fame ) Some rude Dismantler of this Abbey sleeps . Long , long in thought the patient Earth he curs'd That bore the Fabric's then unbroken Spires ; 7 Long wish'd the pow'r to bid Volcanos burst , Or call ...
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... lost to them I and , ah how chang'd to me ! 579 This bank , the river , and the fanning breeze , The dear idea of my POLLIO bring ; So shone the moon through these soft nodding trees , When here we wander'd in the eves of Spring . When ...
... lost to them I and , ah how chang'd to me ! 579 This bank , the river , and the fanning breeze , The dear idea of my POLLIO bring ; So shone the moon through these soft nodding trees , When here we wander'd in the eves of Spring . When ...
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... lost their cheering powers . For Thou art gone - My guide , my friend , oh where , Where hast thou fled , and left me here behind ! My tenderest wish , my heart to Thee was bare , Oh , now cut off each passage to thy mind ! How dreary ...
... lost their cheering powers . For Thou art gone - My guide , my friend , oh where , Where hast thou fled , and left me here behind ! My tenderest wish , my heart to Thee was bare , Oh , now cut off each passage to thy mind ! How dreary ...
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... lost in woe : 39 " Ah say , what deepest wrongs have thus combin'd To heave with restless sighs thy breast of snow ! " Oh stay , ye Dryads , nor unfinish'd fly Your solemn rites ; here comes no foot profane : The Muses ' son , and ...
... lost in woe : 39 " Ah say , what deepest wrongs have thus combin'd To heave with restless sighs thy breast of snow ! " Oh stay , ye Dryads , nor unfinish'd fly Your solemn rites ; here comes no foot profane : The Muses ' son , and ...
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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.