The beauties of English poetry, or A collection of poems extracted from the best authors1801 |
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... grove confess'd its fright , The wood - nymphs started at the sight ; The Muses drop the learned lyre , And to their inmost shades retire . Howe'er , the youth , with forward air , Bows to the sage , and mounts the car ; The lash ...
... grove confess'd its fright , The wood - nymphs started at the sight ; The Muses drop the learned lyre , And to their inmost shades retire . Howe'er , the youth , with forward air , Bows to the sage , and mounts the car ; The lash ...
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... grove , Each bird with vernal rapture glows , And tunes his notes to love . Ye gentle warblers , hither fly , And shun the noontide heat ; My shrubs a cooling shade supply , My groves a safe retreat . Here freely hop from spray to spray ...
... grove , Each bird with vernal rapture glows , And tunes his notes to love . Ye gentle warblers , hither fly , And shun the noontide heat ; My shrubs a cooling shade supply , My groves a safe retreat . Here freely hop from spray to spray ...
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... grove of dusky green Conceals the azure sky ; Save where a starry space between Relieves the darken'd eye . Old Error , thus , with shades impure , Throws sacred Truth behind : Yet sometimes , through the deep obscure , She bursts upon ...
... grove of dusky green Conceals the azure sky ; Save where a starry space between Relieves the darken'd eye . Old Error , thus , with shades impure , Throws sacred Truth behind : Yet sometimes , through the deep obscure , She bursts upon ...
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English poetry. A FATHER'S ADVICE TO HIS SON . DEEP in a grove by cypress shaded , Where mid - day sun had seldom shone , Or noise the solemn scene invaded , Save some afflicted muse's moan , A swain , tow'rds full - ag'd manhood wending ...
English poetry. A FATHER'S ADVICE TO HIS SON . DEEP in a grove by cypress shaded , Where mid - day sun had seldom shone , Or noise the solemn scene invaded , Save some afflicted muse's moan , A swain , tow'rds full - ag'd manhood wending ...
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English poetry. THE GARLAND . BY PRIOR . THE pride of ev'ry grove I chose , The violet sweet , and lily fair , The dappl'd pink , and blushing rose , To deck my charming Cloe's hair . At morn the nymph vouchsaf'd to place Upon her brow ...
English poetry. THE GARLAND . BY PRIOR . THE pride of ev'ry grove I chose , The violet sweet , and lily fair , The dappl'd pink , and blushing rose , To deck my charming Cloe's hair . At morn the nymph vouchsaf'd to place Upon her brow ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Academus ANACREON Andromache arms beauteous beauty beneath bless blest bliss bosom breast breath bright call'd charms cheer Corydon cry'd death delight e'er ECLOGUE Emma Emma's ENGLISH POETRY Eurydice Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear flame fond gentle glow grace grief grove happy hear heart Heav'n Henry hermit hope hour lov'd lyre maid METASTASIO mind morn muse muse's nature's ne'er night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pain passion peace pity plain pleas'd pleasure Plutus pow'r praise pride rage rais'd rise round rove scene seem'd shade shepherds shine sigh sing skies sleep smil'd smile soft song sorrow soul sound stormy winds strain swains sweet tears tempest Theana thee thine thou thought thro Timotheus Tis green toil touch'd trembling Twas vale virtue virtue's voice vows weep wild winds do blow woods wretch youth
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Seite 55 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Seite 90 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Seite 162 - And glittering temples of their hostile gods." — The princes applaud with a furious joy: And the King seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy; Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy!
Seite 9 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. "For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow, Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. " Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And, though my portion is but scant, I give it with good-will.
Seite 171 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite 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:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Seite 78 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff...
Seite 161 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise ! See the Snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their Hair, And the Sparkles that flash from their Eyes ! Behold a ghastly Band, Each a Torch in his Hand!
Seite 78 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all...
Seite 14 - Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Seite 105 - Madness ruled the hour, Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewildered laid, And back recoiled, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made.