Various Poems: The Wanderer, a Moral Poem, The Triumph of Mirth and Health, and The Bastard. To which is Prefixed a Pref., Giving Some Account of ThemJ. Turner, 1761 - 115 páginas |
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... Leave to fay , I have greatly experienced . I offer it not as a new Remark , that Dependance on the Great , in former Times , generally terminated in Difap- pointment ; nay , even their Bounty ( if it could be called fuch ) was , in its ...
... Leave to fay , I have greatly experienced . I offer it not as a new Remark , that Dependance on the Great , in former Times , generally terminated in Difap- pointment ; nay , even their Bounty ( if it could be called fuch ) was , in its ...
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... leave a - while thy lov'd , fequefter'd Shade ! A - while in wintry Wilds vouchsafe thy Aid ! Then waft me to fome olive , bow'ry Green ; Where , cloath'd in white , thou fhew'ft a Mind ferene ; Where kind Content from Noife and Court ...
... leave a - while thy lov'd , fequefter'd Shade ! A - while in wintry Wilds vouchsafe thy Aid ! Then waft me to fome olive , bow'ry Green ; Where , cloath'd in white , thou fhew'ft a Mind ferene ; Where kind Content from Noife and Court ...
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... leave the Landscape hare ; Yet when far - weft , his Violence declines ; Tho ' here the Brook , or Lake , his Pow'r confines ; To rocky Pools , to Cat'racts are unknown His Chains ! —to Rivers , rapid like the Rhone ! The falling Moon ...
... leave the Landscape hare ; Yet when far - weft , his Violence declines ; Tho ' here the Brook , or Lake , his Pow'r confines ; To rocky Pools , to Cat'racts are unknown His Chains ! —to Rivers , rapid like the Rhone ! The falling Moon ...
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... leave a pompous Seat , ( My Brother's now ) to seek some dark Retreat : Mid cloister'd folitary Tombs I ftray , Despair and Horror lead the chearless Way ! My Sorrow grows to fuch a wild Excess , Life , injur'd Life , must wish the ...
... leave a pompous Seat , ( My Brother's now ) to seek some dark Retreat : Mid cloister'd folitary Tombs I ftray , Despair and Horror lead the chearless Way ! My Sorrow grows to fuch a wild Excess , Life , injur'd Life , must wish the ...
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... Leaves of Hemlock black❜ning shoot ! Fear not ! pluck ! eat ( faid fhe ) the fov❜reign Root ! Then Death , revers ... leave wild Sorrow to the Wind and Wave ! Or mark this Ponyard thus from Mis'ry frees ! She wounds her Breaft ! - the ...
... Leaves of Hemlock black❜ning shoot ! Fear not ! pluck ! eat ( faid fhe ) the fov❜reign Root ! Then Death , revers ... leave wild Sorrow to the Wind and Wave ! Or mark this Ponyard thus from Mis'ry frees ! She wounds her Breaft ! - the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abelard BASTAR behold beneath Blaze bleft bluſh Bofom Breaft bright Charms cloſe Clouds conſcious Dæmons dear defcend Deſpair diſplay divine Dunciad Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fair Fame Fancy Fate feems fhall fhine figh firſt Flame flies flow Flow'rs fmiling foft folemn fome foul ftands ftill fuch funk fweet fwell gen'rous Glory glow Goddeſs Grace Grief Heart Heav'n heav'nly Honour infpire laft lefs loft lov'd Love Luftre Mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Numbers o'er Olympia Paffion pale Phaon Pow'r Praiſe Pride purſue raiſe Raptures Rays reft RICHARD SAVAGE rife riſe Rocks rofe Sapho Scene ſcenes ſeen Seraph Shade ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhine ſhould ſhow ſmile Soul ſpeak ſpread Spring ſtand ſtill ſweet Tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou Thought thro trembling TYRCONNEL Virtue WANDERER weep whofe Whoſe wild Wind wiſh Youth
Pasajes populares
Página 9 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Página 7 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Página 9 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze...
Página 6 - Curse on all laws but those which love has made ! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Página 14 - Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
Página 11 - But let heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd; Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd! Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue, Renounce my love, my life, myself — and you. Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he Alone can rival, can succeed to thee.
Página 4 - Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains: Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn! Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep, And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep! Tho' cold like you, unmov'd and silent grown, I have not yet forgot myself to stone.
Página 7 - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Página 7 - Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Página 5 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare...