The muse in a moral humour: being a collection of tales, fables, pastorals, &c. by several handsFrancis Noble; John Noble, 1757 |
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Pagina 8
... Grove . An Indian Princess hither daily came , Pleas'd with the grateful Shade and cooling Stream : She now was walking to her lov'd Retreat , And heard the mourning Youth lament his Fate : Fix'd in Amaze , a - while fhe lift'ning ftood ...
... Grove . An Indian Princess hither daily came , Pleas'd with the grateful Shade and cooling Stream : She now was walking to her lov'd Retreat , And heard the mourning Youth lament his Fate : Fix'd in Amaze , a - while fhe lift'ning ftood ...
Pagina 11
... Grove the Youth con- vey'd , Where Nightingales harmonious Music made : Soft Flow'rets were their Couch ; and , all around , Diffufive Sweets perfum'd the fragrant Ground . There oft fhe would his fnowy Bofom bare , Oft round her ...
... Grove the Youth con- vey'd , Where Nightingales harmonious Music made : Soft Flow'rets were their Couch ; and , all around , Diffufive Sweets perfum'd the fragrant Ground . There oft fhe would his fnowy Bofom bare , Oft round her ...
Pagina 22
... Grove ! Farewel , ye fportive Deities of Love ! No longer I your pleafing Joys rehearse ; A rougher Theme demands my pensive Verse ; A Scene of Woes remains to be display'd , Indulgent Love with Slavery repaid : Ingratitude , and broken ...
... Grove ! Farewel , ye fportive Deities of Love ! No longer I your pleafing Joys rehearse ; A rougher Theme demands my pensive Verse ; A Scene of Woes remains to be display'd , Indulgent Love with Slavery repaid : Ingratitude , and broken ...
Pagina 60
... Grove ; Or , if the regal Dome is her Refort , Matilda fhines the Venus of the Court ; If in the Grove , or in the Court , fhe moves , She's ftill attended by a thousand Loves ; Each from her Eyes a thousand Arrows darts , And leads in ...
... Grove ; Or , if the regal Dome is her Refort , Matilda fhines the Venus of the Court ; If in the Grove , or in the Court , fhe moves , She's ftill attended by a thousand Loves ; Each from her Eyes a thousand Arrows darts , And leads in ...
Pagina 65
... Grove . The boding Cries Carvilior's Ears invade , Who penfive lay beneath a diftant Shade ; He knew the much lov'd Voice , and from the Ground Starting , he trembled at the well - known Sound ; His Bow , and Quiver , o'er his Arms he ...
... Grove . The boding Cries Carvilior's Ears invade , Who penfive lay beneath a diftant Shade ; He knew the much lov'd Voice , and from the Ground Starting , he trembled at the well - known Sound ; His Bow , and Quiver , o'er his Arms he ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 125 - 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.
Pagina 128 - The phantom flies me, as unkind as you. . I call aloud; it hears not what I say: I stretch my empty arms; it glides away. To dream once more I close my willing eyes; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise! Alas, no more! methinks we wand'ring go Thro...
Pagina 42 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Pagina 48 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Pagina 120 - 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 power away; And is my Abelard less kind than they?
Pagina 129 - When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll, And swelling organs lift the rising soul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight: In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd, While altars blaze, and angels tremble round.
Pagina 46 - Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care, And half he welcomes in the shivering pair...
Pagina 44 - The pair arrive : the liveried servants wait; Their lord receives them at the pompous gate. The table groans with costly piles of food, And all is more than hospitably good. Then led to rest, the day's long toil they drown, Deep sunk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of down. At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of day, Along the...
Pagina 49 - His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points...
Pagina 52 - Conscious of wanting worth, he views the bowl, And feels compassion touch his grateful soul. Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below. * Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, But now the child half-wean'd his heart from God ; (Child of his age) for him he liv'd in pain, And measur'd back his steps to earth again. To what excesses had his dotage run ! But God, to...