Specimens of the British poets, 第 2 卷W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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... live ! What Time would spare , from steel receives its date , And monuments , like men , submit to fate ! Steel could the labour of the gods destroy , And strike to dust the ' imperial tow'rs of Troy ; Steel could the works of mortal ...
... live ! What Time would spare , from steel receives its date , And monuments , like men , submit to fate ! Steel could the labour of the gods destroy , And strike to dust the ' imperial tow'rs of Troy ; Steel could the works of mortal ...
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... live , they speak , they breathe what love inspires , Warm from the soul , and faithful to its fires ; The virgin's wish without her fears impart , Excuse the blush , and pour out all the heart , Speed the soft intercourse from soul to ...
... live , they speak , they breathe what love inspires , Warm from the soul , and faithful to its fires ; The virgin's wish without her fears impart , Excuse the blush , and pour out all the heart , Speed the soft intercourse from soul to ...
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... lives as long as fools are pleas'd to laugh . Some , valuing those of their own side or mind , Still make themselves the measure of mankind : Fondly we think we honour merit then , When we but praise ourselves in other men . Parties in ...
... lives as long as fools are pleas'd to laugh . Some , valuing those of their own side or mind , Still make themselves the measure of mankind : Fondly we think we honour merit then , When we but praise ourselves in other men . Parties in ...
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... live ; With sweeter notes each rising temple rung ; A Raphael painted , and a Vida sung : Immortal Vida ! on whose honour'd brow The poet's bays and critic's ivy grow ! Cremona now shall ever boast thy name , As next in place to Mantua ...
... live ; With sweeter notes each rising temple rung ; A Raphael painted , and a Vida sung : Immortal Vida ! on whose honour'd brow The poet's bays and critic's ivy grow ! Cremona now shall ever boast thy name , As next in place to Mantua ...
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... live on ven'son , when it sold so dear . Ask you why Phrynè the whole auction buys ? Phryne foresees a general excise . Why she and Sappho raise that monstrous sum ? - Alas ! they fear a man will cost a plum . Wise Peter sees the ...
... live on ven'son , when it sold so dear . Ask you why Phrynè the whole auction buys ? Phryne foresees a general excise . Why she and Sappho raise that monstrous sum ? - Alas ! they fear a man will cost a plum . Wise Peter sees the ...
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第192页 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
第325页 - I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
第239页 - And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame ; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so...
第15页 - Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar: When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow : Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus...
第14页 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
第189页 - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can...
第239页 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
第188页 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
第221页 - Condemn'da needy supplicant to wait, While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destin'd to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
第316页 - My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene, The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there I ween! November chill blaws loud wi...