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Abelard Agathocles am'rous Arms art thou Avaro Beauty bless'd blest Bliss brave Breast Catterpillar Charms confest cou'd Coursers crown'd cry'd curs'd Curse Cydippe Dæmons Dame dead dear Columbo Death Delight Despair dy'd e'er Ev'ning ev'ry Eyes Fair faithful faithless Fame Fate Father Fear Felix fix'd Flame fled Flow'r Foes Friend gen'rous Gout Grace Grief Grove happy Heart Heav'n hence a real Hesiod Hymen Joys live lonely Grove lov'd Love Lover Maid Mind mourn ne'er neighb'ring Night Nymph o'er Pain pass'd Philander Pity Pleas'd Pleasure Pow'r Pray'r Prince rais'd Raptures real Passion reply'd rise round Scene Scorn seem'd Shade shew Sighs silent Sire smiling Snaith soft soon Sorrows Soul Stephen Duck stood Surprize sweet Tale Tears thee thine thou Thought thro trembling try'd twas Virgin Virgin Train Virtue Vows wand'ring weep Wind Wish wou'd Wretch Youth Zara
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 46 - Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care, And half he welcomes in the shivering pair...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 49 - His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points...
Pàgina 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...