Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices, and An Essay on English Poetry, 第 5 卷Thomas Campbell J. Murray, 1819 |
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第 4 頁
... heaven sent On care , and pains , and industry ; And truly he must be so free To own he thought your airy beaux , With powdered wigs , and dancing shoes , Were good for nothing ( mend his soul ! ) But prate , and talk , and play the ...
... heaven sent On care , and pains , and industry ; And truly he must be so free To own he thought your airy beaux , With powdered wigs , and dancing shoes , Were good for nothing ( mend his soul ! ) But prate , and talk , and play the ...
第 6 頁
... Heaven , and my Alphonso's soul . Leon . I go ; but Heaven can tell with what regret . [ Exeunt . Enter HELI . Heli . I wander through this maze of monuments , Yet cannot find him - Hark ! sure ' tis the voice Of one complaining - There ...
... Heaven , and my Alphonso's soul . Leon . I go ; but Heaven can tell with what regret . [ Exeunt . Enter HELI . Heli . I wander through this maze of monuments , Yet cannot find him - Hark ! sure ' tis the voice Of one complaining - There ...
第 7 頁
... Heaven ! either my eyes Are false , or still the marble door remains Unclosed ; the iron gates , that lead to death Beneath , are still wide stretched upon their hinge , And staring on us with unfolded leaves ! Alm . Sure ' tis the ...
... Heaven ! either my eyes Are false , or still the marble door remains Unclosed ; the iron gates , that lead to death Beneath , are still wide stretched upon their hinge , And staring on us with unfolded leaves ! Alm . Sure ' tis the ...
第 8 頁
... heaven , support me ! Osm . Whence is that voice , whose shrillness , from the grave , And growing to his father's shroud , roots up Alphonso ? hide me , Alm . Mercy ! Providence ! Oh , speak , Speak to it quickly , quickly ; speak to ...
... heaven , support me ! Osm . Whence is that voice , whose shrillness , from the grave , And growing to his father's shroud , roots up Alphonso ? hide me , Alm . Mercy ! Providence ! Oh , speak , Speak to it quickly , quickly ; speak to ...
第 10 頁
... heaven of love ! Alm . Where hast thou been ? and how art thou alive ? How is all this ? All - powerful Heaven , what are we ? Oh , my strained heart - let me again behold 10 WILLIAM CONGREVE .
... heaven of love ! Alm . Where hast thou been ? and how art thou alive ? How is all this ? All - powerful Heaven , what are we ? Oh , my strained heart - let me again behold 10 WILLIAM CONGREVE .
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Æsop ALLAN RAMSAY beneath Biron blest bliss BORN bosom breast breath bright charms COLLEY CIBBER crown'd Cuddy dear death delight e'er earth Ev'n eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear fond gentle GEORGE LILLO GEORGE SEWELL give grace grave Grongar Hill hair hand happy hast head hear heart heaven heel I three JOHN VANBRUGH Jove LEONARD WELSTED live Lord Lubberkin maid Metis mind Moria mortal Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain peace plain pleas'd pleasure poet praise pride rise round seem'd shade shining sighs sing sleep smile soft song soon soul spleen swain sweet swelling sylphs taste tears tell Thalestris thee THOMAS WARTON thou thought trembling turn me thrice Twas Venus vows ween WILLIAM SHENSTONE Wilm Wilmot wind wings wretch youth
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第 220 頁 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
第 121 頁 - A brighter wash; to curl their waving hairs, Assist their blushes, and inspire their airs; Nay oft, in dreams, invention we bestow, To change a flounce, or add a furbelow.
第 332 頁 - Wide and wider spreads the vale, As circles on a smooth canal : The mountains round, unhappy fate ! Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies, And lessen as the others rise : Still...
第 135 頁 - Unless good Sense preserve what Beauty gains : That Men may say, when we the Front-box grace, Behold the first in Virtue as in Face...
第 136 頁 - And trust me, dear ! good-humour can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail. Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll ; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
第 130 頁 - And screen'd in shades from day's detested glare, She sighs for ever on her pensive bed, Pain at her side, and Megrim at her head.
第 112 頁 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death ! where is thy sting ? The Universal Prayer FATHER of all!
第 121 頁 - Planets through the boundless Sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the Moon's pale Light Pursue the Stars that shoot athwart the Night ; Or suck the Mists in grosser Air below, Or dip their Pinions in the painted Bow, Or brew fierce Tempests on the wintry Main, Or o'er the Glebe distil the kindly Rain.
第 312 頁 - TO EVENING. If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
第 42 頁 - India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright; Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms. Let not my pretty Susan mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms, William shall to his dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.