The beauties of English poetry, selected from the most esteemed authors, by dr. Wolcot, Том 1John Wolcot 1804 |
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... Plain was their dress , and modest was their mien . " Great idol , of mankind ! we neither claim The praise of merit , nor aspire to fame ; But , safe in deserts from th ' applause of men , Would die unheard of , as we liv'd unseen ...
... Plain was their dress , and modest was their mien . " Great idol , of mankind ! we neither claim The praise of merit , nor aspire to fame ; But , safe in deserts from th ' applause of men , Would die unheard of , as we liv'd unseen ...
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... plain , and to the margin dance : Thus ev'ry voice and sound , when first they break , On neighb'ring air a soft impression make ; Another ambient circle then they move ; That , in its turn , impels the next above ; Thro ' undulating ...
... plain , and to the margin dance : Thus ev'ry voice and sound , when first they break , On neighb'ring air a soft impression make ; Another ambient circle then they move ; That , in its turn , impels the next above ; Thro ' undulating ...
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... plain , When he soften'd the bosom to love ! Our garlands his tomb shall adorn ; His shade shall our praises receive ; The lark shall salute him at morn , And Philomel soothe him at eve . Near his ashes the myrtle shall bloom , Which ...
... plain , When he soften'd the bosom to love ! Our garlands his tomb shall adorn ; His shade shall our praises receive ; The lark shall salute him at morn , And Philomel soothe him at eve . Near his ashes the myrtle shall bloom , Which ...
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... plain . As there he bides , it so befell , The wind came rustling down a dell , A shaking seiz'd the wall ; Up spring the tapers as before , The fairies bragly foot the floor , And music fills the hall . But certes sorely sunk with woe ...
... plain . As there he bides , it so befell , The wind came rustling down a dell , A shaking seiz'd the wall ; Up spring the tapers as before , The fairies bragly foot the floor , And music fills the hall . But certes sorely sunk with woe ...
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... , that for peerless LAURA plain , When pale entomb'd her lovely limbs were laid , And redbreasts sooth'd with ditties sweet her shade . Rash bard ! What folly taught thine eyen to gaze To a Lady, with the Sonnets of Petrarch.
... , that for peerless LAURA plain , When pale entomb'd her lovely limbs were laid , And redbreasts sooth'd with ditties sweet her shade . Rash bard ! What folly taught thine eyen to gaze To a Lady, with the Sonnets of Petrarch.
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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...