Watts, A. Philips, West, Collins, Dyer, Shenstone, YoungAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 - English poetry |
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... shore . No more Mirtillo's fatal face My quiet breast alarms ; His eyes , his air , and youthful grace , Have lost their usual charms . No gay Alexis in the grove Shall be my future theme : I burn with an immortal love , And sing a ...
... shore . No more Mirtillo's fatal face My quiet breast alarms ; His eyes , his air , and youthful grace , Have lost their usual charms . No gay Alexis in the grove Shall be my future theme : I burn with an immortal love , And sing a ...
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... shore , Its billows sunk beneath thy word , With all the floating war they bore . " Come , " said the sons of bloody Rome , " Let us provide new arms from Hell : " And down they digg'd through Earth's dark womb , And ransack'd all the ...
... shore , Its billows sunk beneath thy word , With all the floating war they bore . " Come , " said the sons of bloody Rome , " Let us provide new arms from Hell : " And down they digg'd through Earth's dark womb , And ransack'd all the ...
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... shore ! Where living waters gently play , Or fiery billows roar . Thus must we leave the banks of life , And try this doubtful sea ; Vain are our groans , and dying strife , To gain a moment's stay . There we shall swim in heavenly ...
... shore ! Where living waters gently play , Or fiery billows roar . Thus must we leave the banks of life , And try this doubtful sea ; Vain are our groans , and dying strife , To gain a moment's stay . There we shall swim in heavenly ...
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... shore reply to shore : While monsters , sporting on the flood , In scaly silver shine , Speak terribly their Maker - God , And lash the foaming brine . But gentler things shall tune his name To softer notes than these , Young Zephyrs ...
... shore reply to shore : While monsters , sporting on the flood , In scaly silver shine , Speak terribly their Maker - God , And lash the foaming brine . But gentler things shall tune his name To softer notes than these , Young Zephyrs ...
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... shore . Behold the sacred hill : its trembling spire Quakes at the terrours of the fire While all below its verdant feet Stagger and reel under th ' Almighty weight : Press'd with a greater than feign'd Atlas ' load , Deep groan'd the ...
... shore . Behold the sacred hill : its trembling spire Quakes at the terrours of the fire While all below its verdant feet Stagger and reel under th ' Almighty weight : Press'd with a greater than feign'd Atlas ' load , Deep groan'd the ...
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ANTISTROPHE Aristagoras art thou beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom boast bosom breast breath bright Camarina charms dark dear death deep delight divine dreadful e'en Earth ECLOGUE EPODE Ergoteles eternal eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame flowers fond genius glory grace grief Grongar Hill grove hand happy heart Heaven heavenly honour immortal king labour Lord Lorenzo lov'd lyre maid mighty mind mortal mourn Muse Nature Nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace Pelops Pindar plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet praise pride proud rage reign rise round sacred scene shade shine shore sigh sing skies smile soft song soul strain stream STROPHE swain sweet swell tears tempest terrour thee thine thou thought throne Tlepolemus toil truth vale verse virtue WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wing wise Xenocrates youth
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Page 206 - Tis said, and I believe the tale, Thy humblest reed could more prevail, Had more of strength, diviner rage, Than all which charms this laggard age...
Page 205 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe ; And ever and anon he beat...
Page 204 - IF AUGHT of oaten stop or pastoral song May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Page 206 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Page 219 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong...
Page 207 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove ; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew...
Page 422 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Page 205 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Page 328 - In every village mark'd with little spire, Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to fame, There dwells, in lowly shed and mean attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name...
Page 425 - All promise is poor dilatory man, And that through every stage. When young, indeed, In full content we sometimes nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan...