Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. IV.John Bell, 1793 - 185 sider |
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... born ; In exile One , and One beneath his chain , Strive for a crown and liberty in vain . Gild his victorious car , bold Artist ; draw Albion rejoicing , and the world in awe ; Paint in full splendor all his acts , that claim ...
... born ; In exile One , and One beneath his chain , Strive for a crown and liberty in vain . Gild his victorious car , bold Artist ; draw Albion rejoicing , and the world in awe ; Paint in full splendor all his acts , that claim ...
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... born doctrine warms ; Soft flows his stream of eloquence along , And truths divine come mended from his tongue . Here the known bounty of the place we blest , And to our number join'd the cheerful priest . Through ancient Elmham next ...
... born doctrine warms ; Soft flows his stream of eloquence along , And truths divine come mended from his tongue . Here the known bounty of the place we blest , And to our number join'd the cheerful priest . Through ancient Elmham next ...
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... her plastic power his genius flies ; Soars on Promethean wing aloft , and there Steals forms which heaven - born cherubs only wear ; Pours airs divine into the human frame , Darts through Epist . III . 25 AND NARRATIVE .
... her plastic power his genius flies ; Soars on Promethean wing aloft , and there Steals forms which heaven - born cherubs only wear ; Pours airs divine into the human frame , Darts through Epist . III . 25 AND NARRATIVE .
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... born people made , Kings who but rul'd to bless the lands they sway'd ; Sovereigns , whose inoppressive power has shown , Freedom and monarchy , well - join'd , are one . See mighty William's fierce determin'd eye , Freedom to save , or ...
... born people made , Kings who but rul'd to bless the lands they sway'd ; Sovereigns , whose inoppressive power has shown , Freedom and monarchy , well - join'd , are one . See mighty William's fierce determin'd eye , Freedom to save , or ...
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... born ; Or glossy haw that crowds the thorn , Whence oft ' in saws observers old Portend the length of winter's cold . Wak'd by the flail's redoubling sound , When spangling frost 48 Epist . VII . EPISTLES DESCRIPTIVE.
... born ; Or glossy haw that crowds the thorn , Whence oft ' in saws observers old Portend the length of winter's cold . Wak'd by the flail's redoubling sound , When spangling frost 48 Epist . VII . EPISTLES DESCRIPTIVE.
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Almada ancient awful beams beauty behold bending beneath bids blessings blest bliss boast Bobart bold breast breathe Britons brow Carlo Maratti charms cheerful Chepstow cliffs clime dear deep delight Dovedale dread e'er earl of Danby earth EPISTLES DESCRIPTIVE ev'n fair fame fate fire flame gale glow grace groves happy heart heaven heroes hills honor ibid Keswick kings lake Laocoon light Lisboa's Lisbon lofty lord Lusiad Methinks mind mines mountains Muse Muse's native Nature's numbers o'er ocean OLIVER GOLDSMITH paint patriot Phidias Pindus plains pleas'd pleasure Portugal praise prey pride race rage realms reign rise river Wye rocks round rove sacred scene Sertorius shade shine shore skies smiling soul Spain spread Spring steep stray stream sweet swelling Tago's Tagus thee thine thou Thro throne tide toil vale Viriatus Wainfleet waves Whitehaven wild winds woodlark woods
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Side 149 - How small , of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Side 141 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Side 133 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Side 139 - Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread; 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.
Side 145 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by ; Intent on high designs, a thoughtful band, By forms unfashion'd, fresh from nature's hand, Fierce in their native hardiness of soul, True to imagined right, above control, While e'en the peasant boasts these rights to scan, And learns to venerate himself as man.
Side 144 - While the pent Ocean, rising o'er the pile, Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile; The slow canal, the yellow-blossom'd vale, The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail, The crowded mart, the cultivated plain, A new creation rescued from his reign. Thus, while around the wave-subjected soil Impels the native to repeated toil, Industrious habits in each bosom reign, And industry begets a love of gain.
Side 138 - While nought remain'd of all that riches gave, 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-fall'n mind An easy compensation seem to find. Here may be seen, in bloodless pomp array...
Side 142 - Through life's more cultured walks, and charm the way, These, far dispersed, on timorous pinions fly, To sport and flutter in a kinder sky. To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign, I turn ; and France displays her bright domain.
Side 67 - Amusive birds ! say where your hid retreat, When the frost rages and the tempests beat ? Whence your return, by such nice instinct led, When Spring, soft season, lifts her bloomy head? Such baffled searches mock man's prying pride, The God of Nature is your secret guide!
Side 137 - Could Nature's bounty satisfy the breast, The sons of Italy were surely blest...