The beauties of English poetry, selected from the most esteemed authors, by dr. Wolcot, Bind 1John Wolcot 1804 |
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Side 82
... fav'rite fools of Chance " By Fortune seem design'd ; " Virtue can gain the odds of Fate , " And from itself shake off the weight " Upon th ' unworthy mind . " On THROWING BY an OLD BLACK COAT . BY T. 82 FAIRY TALE .
... fav'rite fools of Chance " By Fortune seem design'd ; " Virtue can gain the odds of Fate , " And from itself shake off the weight " Upon th ' unworthy mind . " On THROWING BY an OLD BLACK COAT . BY T. 82 FAIRY TALE .
Side 94
... fav'rite shade , How should a venal 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 ...
... fav'rite shade , How should a venal 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 ...
Side 99
... 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 leave you thus , might seem unkind ; But see , the Goat is just behind . " The Goat remark'd , " her pulse ...
... 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 leave you thus , might seem unkind ; But see , the Goat is just behind . " The Goat remark'd , " her pulse ...
Side 129
... cold dwelling at last , Near my sod thou wilt mope the long day : Nor the night , nor the rain , nor the blast , Nay , nor hunger , will force thee away . " K Thus she spoke to her Fav'rite , whose eye Was THE VICTIM OF LOVE . 129.
... cold dwelling at last , Near my sod thou wilt mope the long day : Nor the night , nor the rain , nor the blast , Nay , nor hunger , will force thee away . " K Thus she spoke to her Fav'rite , whose eye Was THE VICTIM OF LOVE . 129.
Side 130
John Wolcot. Thus she spoke to her Fav'rite , whose eye Was fix'd upon those of the MAID : Then he lick'd her fond hand at her sigh , As if conscious of all she had said ! Sweet Nymph ! What a sudden decay ! Now her limbs she could ...
John Wolcot. Thus she spoke to her Fav'rite , whose eye Was fix'd upon those of the MAID : Then he lick'd her fond hand at her sigh , As if conscious of all she had said ! Sweet Nymph ! What a sudden decay ! Now her limbs she could ...
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The Beauties of English Poetry, Selected from the Most Esteemed Authors, by ... John Wolcot Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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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 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 Twas vale ween wild wind wing wish WOLCOT wretch youth ZEPHYR
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Side 57 - And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing...
Side 60 - 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!
Side 50 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweetbriar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Side 48 - 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, And the night-raven sings; There, under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Side 60 - That own'd 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.
Side 59 - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook ; And of those daemons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops...
Side 53 - 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.
Side 54 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse...
Side 48 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Side 56 - 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 O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's...