Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. IV.John Bell, 1793 - 185 sider |
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... much shade ; Be ready to attend their cry , And all their little wants supply ; By day severest sentry keep , By night sit by them as they sleep ; With endless pain and endless pleasure , As misers guard Epist . 1 . 13 AND NARRATIVE .
... much shade ; Be ready to attend their cry , And all their little wants supply ; By day severest sentry keep , By night sit by them as they sleep ; With endless pain and endless pleasure , As misers guard Epist . 1 . 13 AND NARRATIVE .
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... supplies , Indulgent oft to what her sons despise : Oft in a rude , unfinish'd form , we find The noblest treasure of a generous mind . Thrice happy land ! from whose indulgent womb , Such unexhausted stores of riches come ! By heaven ...
... supplies , Indulgent oft to what her sons despise : Oft in a rude , unfinish'd form , we find The noblest treasure of a generous mind . Thrice happy land ! from whose indulgent womb , Such unexhausted stores of riches come ! By heaven ...
Side 41
... supply it brings , The strength design'd of European kings : Contending divers would the wreck regain , And make reprisals on the grasping main : Wild in pursuit they are endanger'd more , Than when they combated the storms before . The ...
... supply it brings , The strength design'd of European kings : Contending divers would the wreck regain , And make reprisals on the grasping main : Wild in pursuit they are endanger'd more , Than when they combated the storms before . The ...
Side 43
... supplies The lesser streams that round its fountain rise ; Which bounding out in fair meanders play , And o'er the meads in different currents stray . Methinks I see the rounded metal spread , To be ennobled with our monarch's head ...
... supplies The lesser streams that round its fountain rise ; Which bounding out in fair meanders play , And o'er the meads in different currents stray . Methinks I see the rounded metal spread , To be ennobled with our monarch's head ...
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... supplies ; Thou shalt a nation's pressing wants relieve , Nor war can lavish more than thou canst give . This , Mackworth , fixes thy immortal name , The muse's darling , and the boast of fame ; No greater virtues on record shall stand ...
... supplies ; Thou shalt a nation's pressing wants relieve , Nor war can lavish more than thou canst give . This , Mackworth , fixes thy immortal name , The muse's darling , and the boast of fame ; No greater virtues on record shall stand ...
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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...