The beauties of English poetry, selected from the most esteemed authors, by dr. Wolcot, Том 1John Wolcot 1804 |
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... brings , While purer slumbers spread their golden wings ) ; A train of phantoms in wild order rose , And , join'd , this intellectual scene compose : — I stood , methought , betwixt earth , seas , and skies ; The whole creation open to ...
... brings , While purer slumbers spread their golden wings ) ; A train of phantoms in wild order rose , And , join'd , this intellectual scene compose : — I stood , methought , betwixt earth , seas , and skies ; The whole creation open to ...
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... to the tender and the good A Paradise below . Our babes shall richest comforts bring ; If tutor'd right , they'll prove a spring Whence pleasures ever rise : D We'll form their minds , with studious care , To THE FIRE - SIDE . 33.
... to the tender and the good A Paradise below . Our babes shall richest comforts bring ; If tutor'd right , they'll prove a spring Whence pleasures ever rise : D We'll form their minds , with studious care , To THE FIRE - SIDE . 33.
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... bring , Let wood and dale , let rock and valley ring , ' Tis MADNESS ' self inspires . Hail , awful MADNESS , hail ! Thy realm extends , thy powers prevail , Far as the voyager spreads his ' vent'rous sail . Nor best nor wisest are ...
... bring , Let wood and dale , let rock and valley ring , ' Tis MADNESS ' self inspires . Hail , awful MADNESS , hail ! Thy realm extends , thy powers prevail , Far as the voyager spreads his ' vent'rous sail . Nor best nor wisest are ...
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... Bring me one , and bring me two ; Nought but purest wine will do ! Iti s wine , boy , that can save Even lovers from the grave ; Old and young alike will say― " T is the balm that makes us gay . Wine ' s the Sun ; the Moon ( sweet ODES ...
... Bring me one , and bring me two ; Nought but purest wine will do ! Iti s wine , boy , that can save Even lovers from the grave ; Old and young alike will say― " T is the balm that makes us gay . Wine ' s the Sun ; the Moon ( sweet ODES ...
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... Bring the Sun , and bring him soon , To the bosom of the Moon ! Dash us with this liquid fire , It will thoughts divine inspire , And , by nature taught to glow , Let it like the waters flow ! If the rose should fade , do you Bid it ...
... Bring the Sun , and bring him soon , To the bosom of the Moon ! Dash us with this liquid fire , It will thoughts divine inspire , And , by nature taught to glow , Let it like the waters flow ! If the rose should fade , do you Bid it ...
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appear'd arms bards beauty behold blush boast bosom bow'r breast breath bring charms clouds cries crown'd Dæmons dear delight drest DRYAD EDWIN ELEGY ENGLISH POETRY ev'ry eyes fair FAIR-ONE fairies fame fate fav'rite fire flame fond gentle glowing Goddess gold golden grace grief grove HAFEZ haste hath hear heart Heav'n heave honour immortal Israel JULIA light loud lover MADRIGAL maid MIRTH mourn Muse ne'er night Nymph o'er OBERON ORPHEUS pale passion PETRARCH PINCHBECK PINDAR pity plain Pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise rais'd RICHARD JAGO rill rise roof scene seem'd shade shone shrine sigh sight sing Sir TOPAZ skies smile song sorrows soul sound spectres stream stretch'd swains sweet tale tears tempest THEBES thee thine thou thousand thro throne thunder tow'ring train Twas vale ween wild wind wing wish WOLCOT wretch youth ZEPHYR
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Сторінка 57 - And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing...
Сторінка 60 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek!
Сторінка 50 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweetbriar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Сторінка 48 - Hence loathed Melancholy Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian Cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings; There, under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Сторінка 60 - That own'd the virtuous ring and glass ; And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride : And if aught else great bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of turneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Сторінка 59 - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook ; And of those daemons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops...
Сторінка 53 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Сторінка 54 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse...
Сторінка 48 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Сторінка 56 - But hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's...