Poems, by Somerville, Pattison, Savage, Broome, and Swift, Edições 80-81 |
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Poems, by Somerville, Pattison, Savage, Broome, and Swift, Edições 80-81 William Somervile Visualização integral - 1811 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Bangorian controversy BAUCIS AND PHILEMON beauty blest bliss bosom breast breath Cadenus call'd charms chimæras crimes damn'd dart Dean dear death delight divine e'er ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fate fire fix'd flame fortune frown give grace grief grove hand hear heart heaven Henry honour JAMES THOMSON JANE WARTON kind lady liv'd live Lord lover madam maid mattadore mind mother muse MUSIDORA nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er Ovid pain pale saints Pallas passion peace pity poet poison'd praise pride queen rage raptures red vengeance rise Rosamonda round scene scorn shade sighs Sir William Temple smile soft song sorrow soul Southdean spleen spring SSSSSSSS Stella strains sweet Swift tears tender thee thine Thomson thou thought tongue truth Vanessa verse virtue wild winds woes wretched youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 65 - 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 65 - 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 18 - 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 75 - 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 63 - 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 35 - 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 12 - 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 64 - 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 42 - 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 51 - 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.