Poetical WorksPrinted at the Stanhope Press by C.Whittingham, 1808 |
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... hear the strains . Indulgent nurse of every tender gale , Parent of flowrets , old Arcadia , hail ! Here in the cool my limbs at ease I spread , Here let thy poplars whisper o'er my head ; Still slide thy waters , soft among the trees ...
... hear the strains . Indulgent nurse of every tender gale , Parent of flowrets , old Arcadia , hail ! Here in the cool my limbs at ease I spread , Here let thy poplars whisper o'er my head ; Still slide thy waters , soft among the trees ...
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... hear them , and not attempt to sing ? Rous'd from these dreams by thy commanding strain , I rise and wander through the field or plain ; Led by the Muse , from sport to sport I run , Mark the stretch'd line , or hear the thundering gun ...
... hear them , and not attempt to sing ? Rous'd from these dreams by thy commanding strain , I rise and wander through the field or plain ; Led by the Muse , from sport to sport I run , Mark the stretch'd line , or hear the thundering gun ...
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... hear no more truth than if he were a prince or a beauty . If he has not very good sense , ( and indeed there are twenty men of wit for one man of sense ) his liv- ing thus in a course of flattery may put him in no small danger of ...
... hear no more truth than if he were a prince or a beauty . If he has not very good sense , ( and indeed there are twenty men of wit for one man of sense ) his liv- ing thus in a course of flattery may put him in no small danger of ...
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... fleecy care , Fresh as the morn , and as the season fair ; The dawn now blushing on the mountain's side , Thus Daphnis spoke , and Strephon thus replied : Daph . Hear how the birds on every blooming With Spring, or Damon.
... fleecy care , Fresh as the morn , and as the season fair ; The dawn now blushing on the mountain's side , Thus Daphnis spoke , and Strephon thus replied : Daph . Hear how the birds on every blooming With Spring, or Damon.
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Alexander Pope. Daph . Hear how the birds on every blooming With joyous music wake the dawning day ! [ spray Why sit we mute , when early linnets sing , When warbling Philomel salutes the spring ? Why sit we sad , when Phosphor shines so ...
Alexander Pope. Daph . Hear how the birds on every blooming With joyous music wake the dawning day ! [ spray Why sit we mute , when early linnets sing , When warbling Philomel salutes the spring ? Why sit we sad , when Phosphor shines so ...
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Adrastus ancient Argos arms Balaam bear beauty behold bless bless'd bliss blush breast breath bright charms courser crown'd Cynthus death dread Dryope e'er earth eclogue envy Eteocles eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fate fix'd flame flood flowers fools fury give glory glow gnome gods grace groves hair happy hate hear heart Heaven honour Jove kings knave learn'd live lord lov'd lyre maid mankind mind mourn Muse nature numbers nymph o'er once passion Phaon Philomela Phoebus plain pleas'd pleasure poets Polynices pow'r praise pray'r pride rage reason reign resound rise sacred Sappho self-love sense shade shine sighs silvan sing skies Smil soft soul spring streams swain swell sylphs taught tears Thalestris Thebes thee Theocritus thine things thou thought trees trembling Tydeus tyrant Umbriel Vertumnus Virg Virgil virgin virtue winds wise wretched youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 71 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
Seite 30 - Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher, Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never Is, but always to be blest ; The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Seite 36 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent: Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Seite 34 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam; Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood! The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line...
Seite 90 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
Seite 12 - In words as fashions the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic if too new or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Seite 11 - Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art. True wit is nature to advantage dress'd ; What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd ; Something, whose truth, convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind.
Seite 20 - Tales.' With him most authors steal their works, or buy : Garth did not write his own 'Dispensary.
Seite 70 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T
Seite 71 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all. This nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Nourish'd two locks which graceful hung behind In equal curls, and well conspired to deck With...