The Muse's Mirror: Being a Collection of Poems ...J. Debrett, 1783 |
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... hear her all the while . Calling me black and blue . From fuch unlucky ftorms of rain , Nothing with me goes well again , The dinner comes - and cold : The meat , I cry , of foap - fuds twangs , " Up madam gets , the door fhe bangs ...
... hear her all the while . Calling me black and blue . From fuch unlucky ftorms of rain , Nothing with me goes well again , The dinner comes - and cold : The meat , I cry , of foap - fuds twangs , " Up madam gets , the door fhe bangs ...
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... hear his power defy'd , He aim'd his keeneft dart ; But wond'ring faw it glance afide , And miss the vital part . Thus baffl'd - Death furveying o'er The dart fo us'd to kill , Found Schomberg had its feather tore , And fledg'd it with ...
... hear his power defy'd , He aim'd his keeneft dart ; But wond'ring faw it glance afide , And miss the vital part . Thus baffl'd - Death furveying o'er The dart fo us'd to kill , Found Schomberg had its feather tore , And fledg'd it with ...
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... offence , your faults to hear , This liberty excufe ; And , if you wish to have it thought That you with gratitude are fraught , With thanks repay the muse . O. P. Q. C2 RE- 1 1 REFLECTION . An ELE GY ; WITHIN this THE MUSE'S MIRROUR . 99.
... offence , your faults to hear , This liberty excufe ; And , if you wish to have it thought That you with gratitude are fraught , With thanks repay the muse . O. P. Q. C2 RE- 1 1 REFLECTION . An ELE GY ; WITHIN this THE MUSE'S MIRROUR . 99.
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... hears the magic cry , Thund'ring " to arms , to arms ! " Struck with the found , behold him fly O'er the fteep mountain's icy bar , And drive before him fhout and pain , And flaughter mad , the dogs of war ; Then of his bootlefs ...
... hears the magic cry , Thund'ring " to arms , to arms ! " Struck with the found , behold him fly O'er the fteep mountain's icy bar , And drive before him fhout and pain , And flaughter mad , the dogs of war ; Then of his bootlefs ...
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... There Waller lies , Fam'd for the fofteft , fweeteft poefies , Who fung at Penshurft to the lift'ning deer , That Sachariffa might attend and hear ; VOL . II . D Nor Nor fung in vain ; for fhe attends the lay THE MUSE'S MIRROUR . 33.
... There Waller lies , Fam'd for the fofteft , fweeteft poefies , Who fung at Penshurft to the lift'ning deer , That Sachariffa might attend and hear ; VOL . II . D Nor Nor fung in vain ; for fhe attends the lay THE MUSE'S MIRROUR . 33.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beauty blefs bleft blifs bluſh boaſt bofom breaſt cauſe charms dear death defire Delia's dreft e'er eaſe EDMUND WALLER Epiftle EPIGRAM erft ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate feem feem'd fenfe fhall fhine fhould figh fince fing firft firſt fleep fmile foft fome fong foon forrow foul friendſhip ftill ftrain fuch fung fure fwear fweet goddeſs grace Guife heart Heav'n Hellidon honours juft Lady laft Laïs laſt loft lov'd lover lyre maid Mifs mind moſt Mount Ida mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pain PERCIVAL STOCKDALE Platonic love pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride Pythias raiſe reft rife rofe ſcene ſhall ſhe ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſtate ſtill ſweet tear thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thro Twas verfe virgin band virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wife wiſh youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 35 - To form that harmony of soul and face, Where beauty shines the mirror of the mind. Such was the Maid, that in the morn of youth, In virgin innocence, in Nature's pride, Blest with each art that owes its charm to truth, Sunk in her Father's fond embrace, and died. He weeps...
Seite 217 - And thought my way was all through fairy ground, Beneath thy azure sky, and golden sun, Where first my Muse to lisp her notes begun! While pensive Memory traces back the round, Which fills the varied interval between ; Much pleasure, more of sorrow, marks the scene.
Seite 96 - Day; I hear the voice of trumpet and hautboy. No, now I see them near — oh, these are they Who come in crowds to welcome thee from Troy. Hail to the bard whom long as lost we mourn'd, From siege, from battle, and from storm return'd.
Seite 97 - Yea peers, and mighty dukes, with ribbands blue (True blue, fair emblem of unstained breast). Others I see, as noble, and more true, By no...
Seite 101 - All this, my friends, I owe to Homer's strain, On whose strong pinions I exalt my lay. What from contending cities did he gain ? 165 And what rewards his grateful country pay ? None, none were paid — why then all this for me ? These honours, Homer, had been just to thee.
Seite 38 - Gibbon shall teach me how to dress 'em In terms select and terse ; Jones teach me modesty and Greek ; Smith, how to think ; Burke, how to speak ; And Beauclerk to converse.
Seite 97 - What lady's that to whom he gently bends? Who knows not her? Ah, those are Wortley's eyes. How art thou honour'd, number 'd with her friends; For she distinguishes the good and wise.
Seite 38 - Dear knight of Plympton, teach me how To suffer, with unruffled brow, And smile serene, like thine ; The jest uncouth or truth severe, To such apply my deafest ear, And calmly drink my wine.
Seite 194 - Hail, sylvan wonders, hail ! and hail the hand, Whose native taste thy native charms display'd, And taught one little acre to command Each envied happiness of scene, and shade. Is there a hill, whose distant azure bounds The ample range of Scarsdale's proud domain, A mountain hoar, that yon...
Seite 243 - His lamp illumine, set his flames on fire. Yet still one bliss, one glory, I forbear, A darling friend whom near your heart you wear; That lovely youth, my lord, whom you must blame That I grow thus familiar with your name.