Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Bind 3–4J. Bell, 1789 |
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... Muse's horse , and bears on high The daring Rider to the Muses ' sky : Who , while his strength to mount aloft he tries , By regions varying in their nature flies . " At first , he riseth o'er a land of toil , A barren , hard , and ...
... Muse's horse , and bears on high The daring Rider to the Muses ' sky : Who , while his strength to mount aloft he tries , By regions varying in their nature flies . " At first , he riseth o'er a land of toil , A barren , hard , and ...
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... Muse the worthless toil befriend ? Ye sacred Virgins , in my thoughts ador'd , Ah , be for ever in my lines deplor'd , If tricks on words acquire an endless name , And trifles merit in the court of Fame ! " At this the Poet stood ...
... Muse the worthless toil befriend ? Ye sacred Virgins , in my thoughts ador'd , Ah , be for ever in my lines deplor'd , If tricks on words acquire an endless name , And trifles merit in the court of Fame ! " At this the Poet stood ...
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... Muse ! from such a Realm retreat , Nor idly waste the influence of thy heat On shallow soils , where quick productions rise , And wither as the warmth that rais'd them dies . ” Here o'er his breast a sort of pity roll'd , Which ...
... Muse ! from such a Realm retreat , Nor idly waste the influence of thy heat On shallow soils , where quick productions rise , And wither as the warmth that rais'd them dies . ” Here o'er his breast a sort of pity roll'd , Which ...
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... Muses ' ever - green , Each sweetly springing from some sacred bough , Whose circling shade adorn'd a Poet's brow , While through the leaves , in unmolested skies , The gentle breathing of applauses flies , And flattering sounds are ...
... Muses ' ever - green , Each sweetly springing from some sacred bough , Whose circling shade adorn'd a Poet's brow , While through the leaves , in unmolested skies , The gentle breathing of applauses flies , And flattering sounds are ...
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... Muse , Poetic Persons , whom the Writers use Whene'er a cause magnificently great Would fix attention with peculiar weight . ' Tis hence that humble Provinces are seen Transform'd to Matrons with neglected mien , Who call their Warriors ...
... Muse , Poetic Persons , whom the Writers use Whene'er a cause magnificently great Would fix attention with peculiar weight . ' Tis hence that humble Provinces are seen Transform'd to Matrons with neglected mien , Who call their Warriors ...
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Side 133 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Side 122 - But towns unmann'd, and lords without a slave — And late the nation found, with fruitless skill, Its former strength was but plethoric ill. Yet, still the loss of wealth is here supplied By arts, the splendid wrecks of former pride : From these the feeble heart and long-fallen mind An easy compensation seem to find.
Side 125 - That first excites desire, and then supplies. Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, \ Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame : Their level life is but a...
Side 118 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Side 132 - Through tangled forests and through dangerous ways, Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim ; There, while above the giddy tempest flies, And all around distressful yells arise, The pensive exile, bending with his woe, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Casts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with mine. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind ; Why have I strayed...
Side 121 - Whatever fruits in different climes are found, That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground — Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year — Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die — These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling hind.
Side 122 - No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest. Yet still, even here, content can spread a charm, Redress the clime, and all its rage disarm. Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts tho...
Side 131 - Till half a patriot, half a coward grown, I fly from petty tyrants to the throne.
Side 124 - At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down the monarch of a shed ; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board: And haply too some pilgrim, thither led, With many a tale repays the nightly bed.
Side 122 - No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword ; No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest.