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ancient appear arms Author bear beauty beſt breath bright Critics death earth Edition ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fall fame fate fields fire firſt flow flow'rs foreſts genius give glory Gods grace groves hair hand head hear heart heav'n hills himſelf IMITATIONS judgment juſt laſt lays learning leave light lines living Lock Lord mind moſt mournful Muſe muſic muſt Nature never numbers nymph o'er once Originally painted Paſtoral plain pleaſe Poem Poets pow'r praiſe pride riſe rules ſame ſay ſcene ſee ſeem ſenſe ſhades ſhall ſhe ſhining ſhould ſing ſkies ſome ſpring ſtill ſtrains ſtreams ſubject ſuch tears thee theſe things thoſe thou thought thro trees trembling true uſe VARIATIONS verſe Virg Virgil virtue whoſe winds write youth
第 146 頁 - He springs to vengeance with an eager pace, And falls like thunder on the prostrate ace. The nymph exulting fills with shouts the sky...
第 163 頁 - The Lock, obtain'd with Guilt, and kept with Pain, In ev'ry place is sought, but sought in vain: With such a Prize no Mortal must be blest, So Heav'n decrees!
第 136 頁 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
第 154 頁 - There she collects the force of female lungs, Sighs, sobs, and passions, and the war of tongues. A vial next she fills with fainting fears, Soft sorrows, melting griefs, and flowing' tears. The gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away, Spreads his black wings, and slowly mounts to day. Sunk in Thalestris' arms the nymph he found, Her eyes dejected and her hair unbound.
第 167 頁 - Cold is that breast which warm'd the world before, And those love-darting eyes must roll no more. Thus, if Eternal Justice rules the ball, Thus...
第 104 頁 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; 290 Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring Chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, 295 And hide with ornaments their want of art.
第 109 頁 - Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow: Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found.
第 168 頁 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
第 107 頁 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line: While they ring round the same unvaried chimes With sure returns of still expected rhymes: Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze...