Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volym 3–4J. Bell, 1789 |
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... thou to ' scape the praises in their power ? Though from Britannia's strains , and Albion's shore , You fly to deserts but to blaze the more ; They'll search you out , discover where you shine , Proclaim your worth , and frustrate your ...
... thou to ' scape the praises in their power ? Though from Britannia's strains , and Albion's shore , You fly to deserts but to blaze the more ; They'll search you out , discover where you shine , Proclaim your worth , and frustrate your ...
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... thou ! I feel thy sudden inspiration now : Thy whispers prompt me , and the pleasing strife Of infant thought just struggling into life : The new - born offspring longs to try its feet , And runs through verse with voluntary heat : This ...
... thou ! I feel thy sudden inspiration now : Thy whispers prompt me , and the pleasing strife Of infant thought just struggling into life : The new - born offspring longs to try its feet , And runs through verse with voluntary heat : This ...
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... the glowing page ; This be thy praise , nor thou this praise refuse , From no unworthy , nor ungrateful Muse ; A Muse as yet unblemish'd , as unknown , Who scorns all flattery , and who envies none ; Epist . 11 . 51 AND DIDACTIC .
... the glowing page ; This be thy praise , nor thou this praise refuse , From no unworthy , nor ungrateful Muse ; A Muse as yet unblemish'd , as unknown , Who scorns all flattery , and who envies none ; Epist . 11 . 51 AND DIDACTIC .
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... thou lost ! Sunk in Oblivion's pit ! from what height toss'd ! Thus to plain Narrative confin'd alone , Figure , Description , Simile quite gone ; The whole affair evinc'd which we contend , The thing has had its day , and there's an ...
... thou lost ! Sunk in Oblivion's pit ! from what height toss'd ! Thus to plain Narrative confin'd alone , Figure , Description , Simile quite gone ; The whole affair evinc'd which we contend , The thing has had its day , and there's an ...
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... thou shine " in majesty avow'd ; " As thy own goddess breaking through a cloud . " Fame , like a nation - debt , though long delay'd , With mighty interest must at last be paid . Like Vinci's strokes , thy verses we behold , Correctly ...
... thou shine " in majesty avow'd ; " As thy own goddess breaking through a cloud . " Fame , like a nation - debt , though long delay'd , With mighty interest must at last be paid . Like Vinci's strokes , thy verses we behold , Correctly ...
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Almada bards beams beauteous beauty behold bend beneath bids blest blushes boast bold brave breast breath bright charms clime coursers delight Dovedale dread e'er earth EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fire flame genius give glory glow Goddess grace grove hand heart Heaven heroes hills honor ibid immortal Bard Keswick light Lisbon live look Lord Lusiad lyre mind Mount Athos mountains Muse Muse's Nature Nature's numbers Nymphs o'er paint passions pencil plains pleas'd Poet poet's Portugal praise pride race rage reign rise river Wye rocks roll round sacred savage genius scene shade shew shine shore sight skies smile soft song soul sound Spain spread strain stream sweet swell Tago's Tagus tears thee thou thought Thro thunder toil Twas vale verse Viriatus voice waves wild WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE youth Zeuxis
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Sida 133 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Sida 122 - But towns unmann'd, and lords without a slave — And late the nation found, with fruitless skill, Its former strength was but plethoric ill. Yet, still the loss of wealth is here supplied By arts, the splendid wrecks of former pride : From these the feeble heart and long-fallen mind An easy compensation seem to find.
Sida 125 - That first excites desire, and then supplies. Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, \ Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame : Their level life is but a...
Sida 118 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Sida 132 - Through tangled forests and through dangerous ways, Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim ; There, while above the giddy tempest flies, And all around distressful yells arise, The pensive exile, bending with his woe, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Casts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with mine. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind ; Why have I strayed...
Sida 121 - Whatever fruits in different climes are found, That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground — Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year — Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die — These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling hind.
Sida 122 - No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest. Yet still, even here, content can spread a charm, Redress the clime, and all its rage disarm. Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts tho...
Sida 131 - Till half a patriot, half a coward grown, I fly from petty tyrants to the throne.
Sida 124 - At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down the monarch of a shed ; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board: And haply too some pilgrim, thither led, With many a tale repays the nightly bed.
Sida 122 - No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword ; No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest.