The Feast of the Poets: With Notes, and Other Pieces in VerseJ. Cawthorn, 1814 - 157 sidor |
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... look'd the poets , and brisk blew the airs , And the laurels took flow'r in the gardens and squares ; → But fancies like these , though I've stores to supply me , I'd better keep back for a poem I've by me , And merely observe that the ...
... look'd the poets , and brisk blew the airs , And the laurels took flow'r in the gardens and squares ; → But fancies like these , though I've stores to supply me , I'd better keep back for a poem I've by me , And merely observe that the ...
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... look'd divine , And the old folks in - doors exclaimed Bless us how fine !! Apollo , arriv'd , had no sooner embodied His essence ethereal , than quenching his godhead , He chang'd his appearance - to - what shall I say ? To a gallant ...
... look'd divine , And the old folks in - doors exclaimed Bless us how fine !! Apollo , arriv'd , had no sooner embodied His essence ethereal , than quenching his godhead , He chang'd his appearance - to - what shall I say ? To a gallant ...
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... look with the reach of past ages was wise , And the soul of eternity thought through his eyes . I would not say more , lest my climax should lose ; - Yet now I have mention'd those lamps of the Muse , I can't but observe what a ...
... look with the reach of past ages was wise , And the soul of eternity thought through his eyes . I would not say more , lest my climax should lose ; - Yet now I have mention'd those lamps of the Muse , I can't but observe what a ...
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... look of a blush , Came in Mr. Hayley , all polish'd confusion , And said , ' Will Apollo excuse this intrusion ? - I might have kept back , -- but I thought ' twould look odd , And friendship , you know , -pray how is my dear God ? ' A ...
... look of a blush , Came in Mr. Hayley , all polish'd confusion , And said , ' Will Apollo excuse this intrusion ? - I might have kept back , -- but I thought ' twould look odd , And friendship , you know , -pray how is my dear God ? ' A ...
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... look'd about him , seem'd cold , and sat down , And said , I'm surpris'd that you'll visit this town : - To be sure , there are one or two of us who know you , But as for the rest , they are all much below you . So stupid , in gen'ral ...
... look'd about him , seem'd cold , and sat down , And said , I'm surpris'd that you'll visit this town : - To be sure , there are one or two of us who know you , But as for the rest , they are all much below you . So stupid , in gen'ral ...
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The Feast of the Poets: With Notes, and Other Pieces in Verse Leigh Hunt Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1814 |
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Sida 100 - A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain...
Sida 113 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Sida 34 - 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.
Sida 33 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Sida 99 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the...
Sida 33 - But ev'ry eye was fix'd on her alone. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, Quick as her eyes, and as...
Sida 113 - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound. And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Sida 102 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Sida 113 - That very time I saw (but thou couldst not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Sida 136 - Bithynos liquisse campos et videre te in tuto ! o quid solutis est beatius curis ? cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino labore fessi venimus larem ad nostrum desideratoque acquiescimus lecto. hoc est, quod unum est pro laboribus tantis.