The beauties of English poetry, selected from the most esteemed authors, by dr. Wolcot, Volume 1John Wolcot 1804 |
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Pagina 16
... sweets the blossoms yield , And a low murmur runs along the field . Millions of suppliant crowds the shrine attend , And all degrees before the Goddess bend ; The poor , the rich , the valiant , and 16 THE TEMPLE OF FAME .
... sweets the blossoms yield , And a low murmur runs along the field . Millions of suppliant crowds the shrine attend , And all degrees before the Goddess bend ; The poor , the rich , the valiant , and 16 THE TEMPLE OF FAME .
Pagina 17
John Wolcot. The poor , the rich , the valiant , and the sage , And boasting youth , and narrative old age . Their pleas were diff'rent , their request the same ; For good and bad alike are fond of FAME . Some she disgrac'd , and some ...
John Wolcot. The poor , the rich , the valiant , and the sage , And boasting youth , and narrative old age . Their pleas were diff'rent , their request the same ; For good and bad alike are fond of FAME . Some she disgrac'd , and some ...
Pagina 28
... Ease , health , and life , for this they must resign ; Unsure the tenure , but how vast the fine ! The great man's curse , without the gains , endure ; Be envied , wretched and be flatter'd , poor ; 28 THE TEMPLE OF FAME .
... Ease , health , and life , for this they must resign ; Unsure the tenure , but how vast the fine ! The great man's curse , without the gains , endure ; Be envied , wretched and be flatter'd , poor ; 28 THE TEMPLE OF FAME .
Pagina 29
John Wolcot. Be envied , wretched and be flatter'd , poor ; All luckless wits their enemies profest , And all successful , jealous friends at best . Nor FAME I slight , nor for her favours call ; She comes unlook'd for , if she comes at ...
John Wolcot. Be envied , wretched and be flatter'd , poor ; All luckless wits their enemies profest , And all successful , jealous friends at best . Nor FAME I slight , nor for her favours call ; She comes unlook'd for , if she comes at ...
Pagina 40
... poor distracted Fair . Dead to the world - her fondest wishes crost- She mourns herself thus early lost .-- Now , sadly gay , of sorrows past she sings , Now , pensive , ruminates unutterable things . She starts - she flies - who dares ...
... poor distracted Fair . Dead to the world - her fondest wishes crost- She mourns herself thus early lost .-- Now , sadly gay , of sorrows past she sings , Now , pensive , ruminates unutterable things . She starts - she flies - who dares ...
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appear'd arms bards beauty behold blush boast bosom bow'r breast breath bring charms clouds cries crown'd Dæmons dear delight drest DRYAD EDWIN ELEGY ENGLISH POETRY ev'ry eyes fair FAIR-ONE fairies fame fate fav'rite fire flame fond gentle glowing Goddess gold golden grace grief grove HAFEZ haste hath hear heart Heav'n heave honour immortal Israel JULIA light loud lover MADRIGAL maid MIRTH mourn Muse ne'er night Nymph o'er OBERON ORPHEUS pale passion PETRARCH PINCHBECK PINDAR pity plain Pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise rais'd RICHARD JAGO rill rise roof scene seem'd shade shone shrine sigh sight sing Sir TOPAZ skies smile song sorrows soul sound spectres stream stretch'd swains sweet tale tears tempest THEBES thee thine thou thousand thro throne thunder tow'ring train Twas vale ween wild wind wing wish WOLCOT wretch youth ZEPHYR
Populaire passages
Pagina 57 - And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing...
Pagina 60 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek!
Pagina 50 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweetbriar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Pagina 48 - Hence loathed Melancholy Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian Cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings; There, under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Pagina 60 - That own'd the virtuous ring and glass ; And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride : And if aught else great bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of turneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Pagina 59 - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook ; And of those daemons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops...
Pagina 53 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Pagina 54 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse...
Pagina 48 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Pagina 56 - But hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's...