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 páginas |
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... - lov'd Wife deplore , Olympia waits thee on a foreign Shore ; There in a Cell thy last Remains be spent ; Away ! deceive Defpair , and find Content ! I heard , I heard , obey'd ; nor more of Fate complain'd 36 WANDERER . THE.
... - lov'd Wife deplore , Olympia waits thee on a foreign Shore ; There in a Cell thy last Remains be spent ; Away ! deceive Defpair , and find Content ! I heard , I heard , obey'd ; nor more of Fate complain'd 36 WANDERER . THE.
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... last Hour compose , support my Soul ! See my Blood wash repented Sin away ! Receive , receive me to eternal Day ! With Words like these the deftin'd Hero dies , While Angels waft his Soul to happier Skies , Distinction now gives way ...
... last Hour compose , support my Soul ! See my Blood wash repented Sin away ! Receive , receive me to eternal Day ! With Words like these the deftin'd Hero dies , While Angels waft his Soul to happier Skies , Distinction now gives way ...
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... last fad office pay , And smooth my paffions to the realms of day ; See my lips tremble , and my eye - balls roll , Suck my laft breath , and catch my flying foul ! Ah no - in facred vestments may'ft thou ftand , The hallow'd taper ...
... last fad office pay , And smooth my paffions to the realms of day ; See my lips tremble , and my eye - balls roll , Suck my laft breath , and catch my flying foul ! Ah no - in facred vestments may'ft thou ftand , The hallow'd taper ...
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... no pangs controul , For ev'ry object brings her to my foul . Last night , reclining on yon ' airy steep , My bufy eyes hung brooding o'er the deep : E The The breathlefs whirlwinds slept in ev'ry cave , And the ABELARD to ELOISA . 25.
... no pangs controul , For ev'ry object brings her to my foul . Last night , reclining on yon ' airy steep , My bufy eyes hung brooding o'er the deep : E The The breathlefs whirlwinds slept in ev'ry cave , And the ABELARD to ELOISA . 25.
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 7 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 7 - Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Página 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...