Specimens of the British poets, Volume 2W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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... Grace ' salutes their ear . ' Tis these that early taint the female soul , Instruct the eyes of young coquettes to roll , Teach infant cheeks a bidden blush to know , And little hearts to flutter at a beau . ' Oft , when the world ...
... Grace ' salutes their ear . ' Tis these that early taint the female soul , Instruct the eyes of young coquettes to roll , Teach infant cheeks a bidden blush to know , And little hearts to flutter at a beau . ' Oft , when the world ...
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... grace , And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise , And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes . The busy sylphs surround their darling care , These set the head , and those divide the hair , Some ...
... grace , And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise , And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes . The busy sylphs surround their darling care , These set the head , and those divide the hair , Some ...
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... grace A two - edg'd weapon from her shining case : So ladies , in romance , assist their knight , Present the spear , and arm him for the fight . He takes the gift with reverence , and extends The little engine on his fingers ' ends ...
... grace A two - edg'd weapon from her shining case : So ladies , in romance , assist their knight , Present the spear , and arm him for the fight . He takes the gift with reverence , and extends The little engine on his fingers ' ends ...
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... grace a lady's bed , While visits shall be paid on solemn days , When numerous wax - lights in bright order blaze ; While nymphs take treats , or assignations give , So long my honour , name , and praise shall live ! What Time would ...
... grace a lady's bed , While visits shall be paid on solemn days , When numerous wax - lights in bright order blaze ; While nymphs take treats , or assignations give , So long my honour , name , and praise shall live ! What Time would ...
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... grace , Or raise a pimple on a beauteous face , Like citron - waters matrons ' cheeks inflame , Or change complexions at a losing game ; If e'er with airy horns I planted heads , Or rumpled petticoats , or tumbled beds , Or caus'd ...
... grace , Or raise a pimple on a beauteous face , Like citron - waters matrons ' cheeks inflame , Or change complexions at a losing game ; If e'er with airy horns I planted heads , Or rumpled petticoats , or tumbled beds , Or caus'd ...
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beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cheerful dear death delight dread dreams dydd e'er ECLOGUE Eurydice Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame Fancy fate fear flowers fond gentle glow golden reign grace grief groves hand hear heart Heav'n hour JOHN HENRY MOORE lord lov'd lyre maid maze of Fate mind MONODY morn mournful Muse Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain pale peace pensive Petrarch pity pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise pray'r pride proud rage raptures reign rills rise round sacred scene scorn shade shine sighs sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sprite strain sweet sweet oblivion sylphs tear tender Thalestris thee thine thou thought thro toil trembling Twas vale virtue wave weep wild wind wings wretch wyfe wylle wythe ynne youth
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Page 192 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 325 - I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
Page 239 - And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame ; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so...
Page 15 - Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar: When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow : Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus...
Page 14 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Page 189 - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can...
Page 239 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Page 188 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 221 - Condemn'da needy supplicant to wait, While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destin'd to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Page 316 - My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene, The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there I ween! November chill blaws loud wi...