Allegro und PenserosoPoeschel & Trepte in Leipzig besorgten den Neudruck für die Mitglieder der Gesellschaft der Bibliophilen, 1782 - 31 páginas |
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... Orpheus , self may heave his head 145 From golden slumbers on a bed Of heap'd Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto , to have quite set free 150 His half - regain'd Eurydice . These delights if thou ...
... Orpheus , self may heave his head 145 From golden slumbers on a bed Of heap'd Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto , to have quite set free 150 His half - regain'd Eurydice . These delights if thou ...
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... Orpheus selbst aufhebe sein Haupt vom goldnen Schlummer auf dem gehäuften elysischen Blumenbette , und höre solche Töne , mit welchen selbst Pluto's Ohr hätte können gewonnen werden , ganz frei zu lassen die nur halb wieder erlangte ...
... Orpheus selbst aufhebe sein Haupt vom goldnen Schlummer auf dem gehäuften elysischen Blumenbette , und höre solche Töne , mit welchen selbst Pluto's Ohr hätte können gewonnen werden , ganz frei zu lassen die nur halb wieder erlangte ...
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... Orpheus sing Such notes , as warbled to the string , Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek , 105 And made Hell grant what Love did seek . Or call up him that left half - told The story of Cambuscan bold , IIO Of Camball , and of Algarsife ...
... Orpheus sing Such notes , as warbled to the string , Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek , 105 And made Hell grant what Love did seek . Or call up him that left half - told The story of Cambuscan bold , IIO Of Camball , and of Algarsife ...
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John Milton. möge den Musäus in seiner Laube , oder gebiete der Seele des Orpheus zu singen solche Töne , welche die Saiten so erschüttern , daß sie eiserne Thränen über Pluto's Backen herab zwingen , und der Hölle nach- geben machen ...
John Milton. möge den Musäus in seiner Laube , oder gebiete der Seele des Orpheus zu singen solche Töne , welche die Saiten so erschüttern , daß sie eiserne Thränen über Pluto's Backen herab zwingen , und der Hölle nach- geben machen ...
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Página 26 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what, though rare, of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd 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...
Página 22 - Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies...
Página 24 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Página 8 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Página 6 - 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-browed rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Página 12 - Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some Beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Página 8 - Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee In unreprove'd pleasures free...
Página 30 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Página 14 - 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.
Página 20 - He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove. Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn.