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Abelard Allen ancient appear arms beauteous beauty behold Belinda blest bold bosom breast breath bright charms chearful colours courser critics cry'd dread e'er envy Eurydice ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fense flame flow'rs fools foul fung gen'rous glitt'ring glow Gnome Gods gold grace groves hair hand head hear heart heav'n heav'nly honour Ikies learn'd learning lock Lord lov'd lover lyre maid manciple miller mind muse Muse's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er once painted Pallas plain pleas'd poets pow'r praise pray'rs pride Procris rage rais'd rife Rome round sacred Satyr scorn shades shine sields sierce sighs sight sill silver sind sire sirst six'd smiles soft song soul spleen spread strain streams swelling Sylphs tears thee thine thou thought thro tongue trembling Twas tyrant Vertumnus virgin warm wife winds youth
第 62 頁 - The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears.
第 83 頁 - But chiefly Love — to Love an Altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three amorous sighs to raise the fire.
第 162 頁 - Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
第 81 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 42 頁 - Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend, And rise to faults true critics dare not mend; From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which, without passing thro' the judgment, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains.
第 167 頁 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...
第 166 頁 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
第 52 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 92 頁 - What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe? The baron now his diamonds pours apace; Th...
第 128 頁 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier : By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear.