Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 |
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Pagina 1
... weeps . The long drawn aifles and penfive vaults of this ve- nerable pile of gothic magnificence , diffufe over the mind a pleafing melancholy ; while the eye is on every fide at- tracted by the ftoried urn and animated buft , which com ...
... weeps . The long drawn aifles and penfive vaults of this ve- nerable pile of gothic magnificence , diffufe over the mind a pleafing melancholy ; while the eye is on every fide at- tracted by the ftoried urn and animated buft , which com ...
Pagina 28
... weeps ! the conscious tears Stand thick as dew drops on the bells of flow'rs : Honeft effufion ! the fwolen heart in vain Works hard to put a gloss on its distress + . * Beauty is vain , and often quickly fades ; Difeafe and death laugh ...
... weeps ! the conscious tears Stand thick as dew drops on the bells of flow'rs : Honeft effufion ! the fwolen heart in vain Works hard to put a gloss on its distress + . * Beauty is vain , and often quickly fades ; Difeafe and death laugh ...
Pagina 33
... weep blood ! and ev'ry groan She heaves is big with horror ; but the foe , Like a ftaunch murd'rer fteady to his purpose , Pursues her close through ev'ry lane of life , Nor miffes once the track , but presses on ; Till forc'd at laft ...
... weep blood ! and ev'ry groan She heaves is big with horror ; but the foe , Like a ftaunch murd'rer fteady to his purpose , Pursues her close through ev'ry lane of life , Nor miffes once the track , but presses on ; Till forc'd at laft ...
Pagina 39
... weep , if told you but a month fhould live . You laugh , uncertain of a day's reprieve . + Where is the duft that has not been alive ? Whole buried towns fupport the dancer's heel . D 2 DR . YOUNG . A And we that live muft lend our ...
... weep , if told you but a month fhould live . You laugh , uncertain of a day's reprieve . + Where is the duft that has not been alive ? Whole buried towns fupport the dancer's heel . D 2 DR . YOUNG . A And we that live muft lend our ...
Pagina 27
... weep ? And Love is fill an emptier found , The modern fair - one's jeft ; • On earth unfeen , or only found To warm the turtle's neft . For fhame , fond youth ! thy forrows hufh , And fpurn the fex ! ' he said : But while he spoke , a ...
... weep ? And Love is fill an emptier found , The modern fair - one's jeft ; • On earth unfeen , or only found To warm the turtle's neft . For fhame , fond youth ! thy forrows hufh , And fpurn the fex ! ' he said : But while he spoke , a ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Abelard arms beauteous befide Bertram bleffings blefs'd bleft blifs bofom breaft BRINKBURN Priory caft charms clofe dæmon death defire diff'rent duft Emma Emma's ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fate fear fecret feek fhade fhall fhare fhine fhould fide fighs filence firft fkies flame fleep fmiling foft folemn fome fond fons foon forrow foul fpread frike ftands ftate fteps ftill ftream fuch fwain fweet grave guife heart Heaven Henry Hermit juft laft lefs loft lord lov'd maid manfion mankind mind mofs muft muſt ne'er night Northumberland Nut-brown Maid o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH paffion pain PERCY pleaſure pow'r praife pray'r pride raiſe Reafon reft rife rofe round tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro toil tomb truth uſe virtue wand'ring Warkworth wealth weep Whilft whofe wretch young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 55 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Pagina 58 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pagina 14 - And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave. Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's...
Pagina 2 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Pagina 16 - Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day ; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling...
Pagina 60 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Pagina 5 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw...
Pagina 24 - Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...
Pagina 38 - While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind: As in those domes, where...
Pagina 54 - Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.