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... hear my cheering voice . TO THE AUTHOR OF THE ESSAY ON MAN , Was ever work to such perfection wrought ! how elegant the diction ! pure the thought ! not sparingly adorn'd with scatter'd rays , but one bright beauty , one collected blaze ...
... hear my cheering voice . TO THE AUTHOR OF THE ESSAY ON MAN , Was ever work to such perfection wrought ! how elegant the diction ! pure the thought ! not sparingly adorn'd with scatter'd rays , but one bright beauty , one collected blaze ...
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... hear my grateful harp resound thy praise ? True , thou art spruce and fine , a very beau ; but what are trappings and external show ? to real worth alone I make my court , knaves are my scorn , and coxcombs are my sport . Once I beheld ...
... hear my grateful harp resound thy praise ? True , thou art spruce and fine , a very beau ; but what are trappings and external show ? to real worth alone I make my court , knaves are my scorn , and coxcombs are my sport . Once I beheld ...
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... hear thy tender soul reply ; and as in thought , o'er heaps of heroes slain , I trace thy progress on the fatal plain , perhaps thy thought explores me through the grove , and , soft'ning , steals an interval of love . In the deep ...
... hear thy tender soul reply ; and as in thought , o'er heaps of heroes slain , I trace thy progress on the fatal plain , perhaps thy thought explores me through the grove , and , soft'ning , steals an interval of love . In the deep ...
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... hear ! peace ! babling fountains ! nor abuse my ear . Ye flowers ! ye streams ! ye gales , no longer move ! for ah ! how strong is fancy , join'd with love ! O ! frail inconstancy of mortal state ! one hour dejected , and the next elate ...
... hear ! peace ! babling fountains ! nor abuse my ear . Ye flowers ! ye streams ! ye gales , no longer move ! for ah ! how strong is fancy , join'd with love ! O ! frail inconstancy of mortal state ! one hour dejected , and the next elate ...
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... hear my sighs increase the swelling shower ; what can I more than shed my tears and sighs ? poor woman's strength alone in weakness lies ? But whether is ungovern'd fancy flown ? thoughts of impossibilities begone ! guilt claims no ...
... hear my sighs increase the swelling shower ; what can I more than shed my tears and sighs ? poor woman's strength alone in weakness lies ? But whether is ungovern'd fancy flown ? thoughts of impossibilities begone ! guilt claims no ...
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Poems, by Somerville, Pattison, Savage, Broome, and Swift, Edições 80-81 William Somervile Visualização integral - 1811 |
Poems, by Somerville, Pattison, Savage, Broome, and Swift, Edições 80-81 William Somervile Visualização integral - 1811 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
amid Bangorian controversy BAUCIS AND PHILEMON beauty beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath Cadenus call'd charms crimes Dean dear death deep delight divine e'er earth ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fate fire fix'd flame fortune frown grace grief grove hear heart heaven honour Idless JANE WARTON kind lady light live Lord Lord Cornwallis mattadore melt mind mother muse MUSIDORA nature nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Ovid pain pale saints Pallas passion peace Philomela pity pleasure poet poison'd praise pride queen rage rapture red vengeance rise Rosamonda round Savage scene scorn shade sigh sing smile soft song sorrows soul Southdean Spring Stella strains streams sweet swelling Swift tears tempest tender thee thine thou thought toil truth Vanessa verses virtue wild William Broome winds wing woes wretched youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 67 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Página 67 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Página 20 - Up springs the lark, Shrill-voiced, and loud, the messenger of morn; Ere yet the shadows fly, he mounted sings Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations.
Página 77 - See here thy pictured life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
Página 65 - Father of light and life, thou Good Supreme ! O teach me what is good ; teach me Thyself! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit; and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure; Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss...
Página 37 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Página 14 - E'er plough'd for him. They too are temper'd high, With hunger stung and wild necessity, Nor lodges pity in their shaggy breast. But Man, whom Nature form'd of milder clay, With every kind emotion in his heart, And taught alone to weep ; while from her lap She pours ten thousand delicacies, herbs, And fruits, as...
Página 66 - Smoothed up with snow; and, what is land unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
Página 44 - Cadenus many things had writ ; Vanessa much esteem'd his wit, And call'd for his Poetic Works ; Meantime the boy in secret lurks. And, while the book was in her hand, The urchin from his private stand Took aim, and shot with all his strength A dart of such prodigious length, It pierc'd the feeble volume through, And deep transtixM her bosom too.
Página 53 - But what success Vanessa met Is to the world a secret yet. Whether the nymph, to please her swain, Talks in a high romantic strain; Or whether he at last descends To act with less seraphic ends; Or, to compound the business, whether They temper love and books together; Must never to mankind be told, Nor shall the conscious Muse unfold.