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 27
... tender Grief , like mine , implies , And femblant Thoughts , that earthly Pomp defpife . Such penitential Magdalene reveals ; Loofe - veild , in Negligence of Charms fhe kneels . Tho ' Drefs , near - ftor'd , its Vanity fupplies , The ...
... tender Grief , like mine , implies , And femblant Thoughts , that earthly Pomp defpife . Such penitential Magdalene reveals ; Loofe - veild , in Negligence of Charms fhe kneels . Tho ' Drefs , near - ftor'd , its Vanity fupplies , The ...
Pagina 30
... tender Breaft . Two mated Turtles hov'ring hang in Air , One by a Faulcon ftruck ! -in wild Defpair , The Hermit cries , So Death , alas ! destroys The tender Confort of my Cares and Joys ! Again foft Tears upon his Eye - lid hung ...
... tender Breaft . Two mated Turtles hov'ring hang in Air , One by a Faulcon ftruck ! -in wild Defpair , The Hermit cries , So Death , alas ! destroys The tender Confort of my Cares and Joys ! Again foft Tears upon his Eye - lid hung ...
Pagina 38
... tender Kiss . ) fade not ! liften to Love's Call ! Oh , fly not ! She lives ! no more I'm Man ! -- I'm Spirit all ! Then let me fnatch thee ! --- prefs thee ! --- take me whole ! Oh , clofe ! yet clofer ! -clofer to my - Soul ! Twice ...
... tender Kiss . ) fade not ! liften to Love's Call ! Oh , fly not ! She lives ! no more I'm Man ! -- I'm Spirit all ! Then let me fnatch thee ! --- prefs thee ! --- take me whole ! Oh , clofe ! yet clofer ! -clofer to my - Soul ! Twice ...
Pagina 48
... tender , fleecy Dam Howl , like the Wolf , to tear the Kid , or Lamb ? Yes , there are Mothers There I fear'd his Aim , And , conscious , trembled at the coming Name ; Then , with a Sigh , his iffuing Words oppos'd ! Straight with a ...
... tender , fleecy Dam Howl , like the Wolf , to tear the Kid , or Lamb ? Yes , there are Mothers There I fear'd his Aim , And , conscious , trembled at the coming Name ; Then , with a Sigh , his iffuing Words oppos'd ! Straight with a ...
Pagina 60
... tender Cries . Yonder two Turtles , o'er their callow Brood , Hang hov'ring , ere they seek their guiltless Food . " Fondly they bill . Now to their morning Care , Like our first Parents , part the am'rous Pair : But ah ! - -a Pair no ...
... tender Cries . Yonder two Turtles , o'er their callow Brood , Hang hov'ring , ere they seek their guiltless Food . " Fondly they bill . Now to their morning Care , Like our first Parents , part the am'rous Pair : But ah ! - -a Pair no ...
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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
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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...