Bell's Edition, Volúmenes101-102

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J. Bell, 1800

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Página 53 - TwAS at the silent solemn hour When night and morning meet, In glided Marg'ret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet. ". Her face was like an April morn Clad in a wintry cloud, And clay-cold was her lily hand That held her sable
Página 54 - Why did you promise love to me, " And not that promise keep? " Why did you swear my eyes were bright, " Yet leave those eyes to weep? ».
Página 53 - Marg'ret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet. ". Her face was like an April morn Clad in a wintry cloud, And clay-cold was her lily hand That held her sable
Página 117 - north And bleak affliction of the peevish east. O when the growling winds contend, and all The sounding forest fluctuates in the storm, To sink in warm repose and hear the din
Página 173 - own fire, 495 Who with bold rage or solemn pomp of sounds Inflames, exalts, and ravishes the soul; Now tender, plaintive, sweet almost to pain, In love dissolves you ; now in sprightly strains Breathes a gay rapture thro' your thrilling breast, Or melts the heart with airs divinely sad,
Página 162 - the lighten'd soul, And sanguine hopes dispel your fleeting care, And what was difficult and what was dire Yields to your prowess and superior stars : The happiest you of all that e'er were mad, 175 Or are or shall
Página 135 - The vocal forest with the jovial horn. But if the breathless chase o'er hill and dale Exceed your strength, a sport of less fatigue, Not less delightful, the prolific stream Affords. The crystal rivulet that o'er 70 A
Página 136 - blest In rural innocence, thy mountains still Teem with the fleecy race, thy tuneful woods For ever flourish, and thy vales look gay 85 With painted meadows and the golden grain! Oft with thy blooming
Página 160 - Hence some for love and some for jealousy, For grim religion some, and some for pride* 115 Have lost their reason ; some for fear of want Want all their lives; and others ev'ry day For fear of dying suffer worse than death. Ah! from your bosoms
Página 44 - An endless desert, where extreme of cold Eternal sits, as in his native seat, On wintry hills of never-thawing ice! Such Saturn's earth; and yet ev'n here the sight Amid these doleful scenes new matter finds Of wonder and delight! a mighty ring, On each side rising from

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