Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, Band 1Harrison and Company, 1781 |
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... fall , and rife renew'd . The ftars no fix'd duration know ; Wide oceans ebb , again to flow ; The moon repletes her waining face , All - beauteous , from her late disgrace ; And funs , that mourn approaching night , Refulgent rife with ...
... fall , and rife renew'd . The ftars no fix'd duration know ; Wide oceans ebb , again to flow ; The moon repletes her waining face , All - beauteous , from her late disgrace ; And funs , that mourn approaching night , Refulgent rife with ...
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... falls , to rife no more ! Within this fublunary sphere , A country lies - no matter where ; The clime may readily be found By all who tread poetick ground : A ftream , call'd Life , acrofs it glides , And equally the land divides ; And ...
... falls , to rife no more ! Within this fublunary sphere , A country lies - no matter where ; The clime may readily be found By all who tread poetick ground : A ftream , call'd Life , acrofs it glides , And equally the land divides ; And ...
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... falls ! -new horrors rise , And Reafon bury'd in the ruin lies . Nobly difdainful of each flavish art , She makes her first attack upon the heart ; Pleas'd with the fummons , it receives her laws , 795 And all is filence , fympathy ...
... falls ! -new horrors rise , And Reafon bury'd in the ruin lies . Nobly difdainful of each flavish art , She makes her first attack upon the heart ; Pleas'd with the fummons , it receives her laws , 795 And all is filence , fympathy ...
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... fall three paces back ? Why paces three return to the attack ? Why is the right leg , too , forbid to ftir , Unless in motion femi - circular ? 1005 1010 Why Why muft the hero with the Nailor vie , And BEAUTIES OF POETRY . 47.
... fall three paces back ? Why paces three return to the attack ? Why is the right leg , too , forbid to ftir , Unless in motion femi - circular ? 1005 1010 Why Why muft the hero with the Nailor vie , And BEAUTIES OF POETRY . 47.
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... falls fhort , ' tis Nature's fault alone ; 1025 Where he fucceeds , the merit's all his own . Laft , Garrick came- ) -Behind him throng a train Of fnarling Criticks , ignorant as vain . know : One finds out He's of ftature fomewhat low ...
... falls fhort , ' tis Nature's fault alone ; 1025 Where he fucceeds , the merit's all his own . Laft , Garrick came- ) -Behind him throng a train Of fnarling Criticks , ignorant as vain . know : One finds out He's of ftature fomewhat low ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleffings blefs'd blifs bofom breaſt cauſe charms chearful cloſe crown'd death defcend defire deſpair e'en eaſe erft ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fear feas feems fenfe fhade fhall fhining fhore fhould fide fighs fight filent fing firſt fkies flain fleep flow'rs fmiles foft fome fong fons foon foothe forrow foul ftands ftill ftrain ftream fuch fweet fwell grief heart Heav'n Higham Hill himſelf juft laft laſt loft Lycon lyre magick mind moſt mourn Mufe muft muſt ne'er night numbers nymph o'er paffion pain peace plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe rage raiſe reafon reft reſt rife ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſpread ſtate ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro trembling Twas virtue weeping whofe Whoſe wiſh youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 145 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 145 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 149 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Seite 142 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Seite 141 - 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 : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Seite 145 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Seite 147 - I fed on the smiles of my dear? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown; Alas ! where with her I have stray'd, I could wander with pleasure, alone.
Seite 142 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Seite 148 - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound : Not a beech's more beautiful green, But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields, in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold : Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold. One would think she might like to retire To the bow'r I have labour'd to rear...
Seite 442 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!