The Beauties of English Poetry, 第 1 卷C. Spilsbury, 1804 |
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第 86 頁
... wish in his arms to infold Such charms as were never possest ? Oh , attend , thou fair cause of my woes ! Oh , refuse not to hear me complain ! Thy smile has destroy'd my repose , And that only can give it again . ON A PARODY BLEST AS ...
... wish in his arms to infold Such charms as were never possest ? Oh , attend , thou fair cause of my woes ! Oh , refuse not to hear me complain ! Thy smile has destroy'd my repose , And that only can give it again . ON A PARODY BLEST AS ...
第 91 頁
... tribe , my limbs are waxing cold- Singers of Israel sweet , adieu , adieu ! I do suppose you need not now be told , How much I wish that I was one of you . IMITATION OF CATULLUS . WHY will my wanton maid inquire ODE TO EIGHT CATS . 91.
... tribe , my limbs are waxing cold- Singers of Israel sweet , adieu , adieu ! I do suppose you need not now be told , How much I wish that I was one of you . IMITATION OF CATULLUS . WHY will my wanton maid inquire ODE TO EIGHT CATS . 91.
第 94 頁
... wish his heart invade , Where FRIENDSHIP , MIRTH , the clouds of CARE defy , And heartfelt pleasure beams from ev'ry eye ; Nay , more the happy mansion to illume , Where GENIUS sparkles , and the GRACES bloom ? TO A LADY , WITH THE ...
... wish his heart invade , Where FRIENDSHIP , MIRTH , the clouds of CARE defy , And heartfelt pleasure beams from ev'ry eye ; Nay , more the happy mansion to illume , Where GENIUS sparkles , and the GRACES bloom ? TO A LADY , WITH THE ...
第 99 頁
... wish you well , I may , without offence , pretend To take the freedom of a friend . Love calls me hence ; a fav'rite Cow Expects me near yon ' barley - mow ; And , when a lady's in the case , You know , all other things give place . To ...
... wish you well , I may , without offence , pretend To take the freedom of a friend . Love calls me hence ; a fav'rite Cow Expects me near yon ' barley - mow ; And , when a lady's in the case , You know , all other things give place . To ...
第 102 頁
... wish , but cannot speak . And could I speak with elegance and ease , Till now not tedious of the art to please ; Could I , at woman who so oft exclaim , Expose ( nor blush ) thy triumph and my shame ; Abjure those maxims I so lately ...
... wish , but cannot speak . And could I speak with elegance and ease , Till now not tedious of the art to please ; Could I , at woman who so oft exclaim , Expose ( nor blush ) thy triumph and my shame ; Abjure those maxims I so lately ...
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appear'd arms bards beauty behold blush boast bosom bow'r breast breath bring charms clouds cries crown'd Dæmons dear delight drest DRYAD EDWIN ELEGY ENGLISH POETRY ev'ry eyes fair FAIR-ONE fairies fame fate fav'rite fire flame fond gentle glowing Goddess gold golden grace grief grove HAFEZ haste hath hear heart Heav'n heave honour immortal Israel John Walker JULIA light loud lover MADRIGAL maid MIRTH mourn Muse ne'er night Nymph o'er OBERON ORPHEUS pale passion PETRARCH PINCHBECK PINDAR pity plain Pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise rais'd RICHARD JAGO rill rise roof scene seem'd shade shone shrine sigh sight sing Sir TOPAZ skies smile song sorrows soul sound spectres stream stretch'd swains sweet tale tears tempest THEBES thee thine thou thousand thro throne thunder tow'ring train vale ween wild wind wing wish WOLCOT youth ZEPHYR
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第 53 頁 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp and feast and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
第 60 頁 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek!
第 58 頁 - Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight. Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustomed oak; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
第 60 頁 - Canace to wife That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar King did ride; And if aught else great Bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung Of turneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
第 48 頁 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings...
第 53 頁 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
第 58 頁 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
第 56 頁 - But hail, thou goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view...
第 99 頁 - She next the stately Bull implored ; And thus replied the mighty lord: "Since every beast alive can tell That I sincerely wish you well ; I may, without offence, pretend To take the freedom of a friend. Love calls me hence ; a favourite cow Expects me near yon barley-mow; And when a lady's in the case, You know all other things give place. To leave you thus might seem unkind, But see, the Goat is just behind.
第 21 頁 - And live there men who slight immortal fame ? Who then with incense shall adore our name ? But, mortals ! know, 'tis still our greatest pride To blaze those virtues which the good would hide. Rise ! Muses, rise ! add all your tuneful breath ; These must not sleep in darkness and in death.