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 pagina's |
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Pagina 11
... Light . The folar Fires now faint and watry burn , Juft where with Ice Aquarius frets his Urn ! If thaw'd , forth iffue , from its Mouth severe , Raw Clouds , that fadden all th'inverted Year . When FROST and FIRE with martial Pow'rs ...
... Light . The folar Fires now faint and watry burn , Juft where with Ice Aquarius frets his Urn ! If thaw'd , forth iffue , from its Mouth severe , Raw Clouds , that fadden all th'inverted Year . When FROST and FIRE with martial Pow'rs ...
Pagina 12
... Light , Juft filver'd o'er the Snow , and funk ! Pale Night Retir'd . The Dawn in light - grey Mists arose ! Shrill chants the Cock ! --- the hungry Heifer lows ! Slow blush yon breaking Clouds ; -the Sun's uproll'd ! Th ' expanfive ...
... Light , Juft filver'd o'er the Snow , and funk ! Pale Night Retir'd . The Dawn in light - grey Mists arose ! Shrill chants the Cock ! --- the hungry Heifer lows ! Slow blush yon breaking Clouds ; -the Sun's uproll'd ! Th ' expanfive ...
Pagina 18
... Lights are taught to intervene , Thro ' Rifts ; each forming a perspective Scene . In Front a Parlour meets my ent'ring View ; Oppos'd , a Room to sweet Refection due . Here my chill'd Veins are warm'd by chippy Fires , Thro ' the bor'd ...
... Lights are taught to intervene , Thro ' Rifts ; each forming a perspective Scene . In Front a Parlour meets my ent'ring View ; Oppos'd , a Room to sweet Refection due . Here my chill'd Veins are warm'd by chippy Fires , Thro ' the bor'd ...
Pagina 27
... Light a rounding Force bestows , Swells into Life , and fpeaking Action grows ! Here pleafing , melancholy Subjects find , To calm , amufe , exalt the penfive Mind ! This Figure tender Grief , like mine , implies , And femblant Thoughts ...
... Light a rounding Force bestows , Swells into Life , and fpeaking Action grows ! Here pleafing , melancholy Subjects find , To calm , amufe , exalt the penfive Mind ! This Figure tender Grief , like mine , implies , And femblant Thoughts ...
Pagina 29
... Light'ning the Scene beneath ! a Scene divine ! Where Saints , Clouds , Seraphs , intermingled shine ! Here Water - falls , that play melodious round , Like a sweet Organ , fwell a lofty Sound ! The folemn Notes bid earthly Paffions fly ...
... Light'ning the Scene beneath ! a Scene divine ! Where Saints , Clouds , Seraphs , intermingled shine ! Here Water - falls , that play melodious round , Like a sweet Organ , fwell a lofty Sound ! The folemn Notes bid earthly Paffions fly ...
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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
Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 7 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 7 - Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Pagina 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...