Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Bind 3–4J. Bell, 1789 |
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... fall to fear ; And strangely stand along the tracts of air , Where thunder rolls , and bearded comets glare . The thoughts that most extravagantly soar , The words that sound as if they meant to roar ; For rant and noise are offer'd ...
... fall to fear ; And strangely stand along the tracts of air , Where thunder rolls , and bearded comets glare . The thoughts that most extravagantly soar , The words that sound as if they meant to roar ; For rant and noise are offer'd ...
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... falls of water join the flattering sounds , And murmur softening from the shore rebounds . The warbled melody , the lovely sights , The calms of solitude inspire delights , The dazzled eyes , the ravish'd ears are caught , The panting ...
... falls of water join the flattering sounds , And murmur softening from the shore rebounds . The warbled melody , the lovely sights , The calms of solitude inspire delights , The dazzled eyes , the ravish'd ears are caught , The panting ...
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... , like Sisyphus , are falling still ; I own , by reading we may feed the flame , But first must have that heat from whence it came ; Else , like dry pumps whose springs their moisture mourn 22 Epist . II . EPISTLES CRITICAL.
... , like Sisyphus , are falling still ; I own , by reading we may feed the flame , But first must have that heat from whence it came ; Else , like dry pumps whose springs their moisture mourn 22 Epist . II . EPISTLES CRITICAL.
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... falling stream ; Or should the falling stream incline to love , Let the words slide , and like its murmurs move : Poor were the praise to paint a purling rill , To make it music is the Muse's skill ; Without her voice the spring runs ...
... falling stream ; Or should the falling stream incline to love , Let the words slide , and like its murmurs move : Poor were the praise to paint a purling rill , To make it music is the Muse's skill ; Without her voice the spring runs ...
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... fall quivering to the ground . Here in the bower of beauty newly shorn , Let Fancy sit , and sing how Love was born ; Wrapt up in roses , Zephyr found the child , In Flora's cheek when first the Goddess smil'd : Nurs'd on the bosom of ...
... fall quivering to the ground . Here in the bower of beauty newly shorn , Let Fancy sit , and sing how Love was born ; Wrapt up in roses , Zephyr found the child , In Flora's cheek when first the Goddess smil'd : Nurs'd on the bosom of ...
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Almada bards beams beauteous beauty behold bend beneath bids blest blushes boast bold brave breast breath bright charms clime coursers delight Dovedale dread e'er earth EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fire flame genius give glory glow Goddess grace grove hand heart Heaven heroes hills honor ibid immortal Bard Keswick light Lisbon live look Lord Lusiad lyre mind Mount Athos mountains Muse Muse's Nature Nature's numbers Nymphs o'er paint passions pencil plains pleas'd Poet poet's Portugal praise pride race rage reign rise river Wye rocks roll round sacred savage genius scene shade shew shine shore sight skies smile soft song soul sound Spain spread strain stream sweet swell Tago's Tagus tears thee thou thought Thro thunder toil Twas vale verse Viriatus voice waves wild WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE youth Zeuxis
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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.