Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volúmenes 3-4J. Bell, 1789 |
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... ; Spears , darts , and javelins , launch along the sky , Plunge into blood , or into shivers fly : Thus let your heroes rage , by Mars possest , σ Joelise . σ = And feel an Iliad rising in Epist . II . AND DIDACTIC . 27.
... ; Spears , darts , and javelins , launch along the sky , Plunge into blood , or into shivers fly : Thus let your heroes rage , by Mars possest , σ Joelise . σ = And feel an Iliad rising in Epist . II . AND DIDACTIC . 27.
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... hero strides away , And there Amyntor tunes his oaten lay , While o'er the lawn the lambkins frisk along , And with their bleatings fill the rural song ; Or when still evening reddens o'er the sky 47 % It bids her blushes round the ...
... hero strides away , And there Amyntor tunes his oaten lay , While o'er the lawn the lambkins frisk along , And with their bleatings fill the rural song ; Or when still evening reddens o'er the sky 47 % It bids her blushes round the ...
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... hero treads the crowded stage , Or comic humor smiles along the page ; There Athens ' friend Themistocles appears , And Cato glorious in his country's tears ; Thy lips , Timoleon , seal thy brother's doom , And Brutus bleeds in both his ...
... hero treads the crowded stage , Or comic humor smiles along the page ; There Athens ' friend Themistocles appears , And Cato glorious in his country's tears ; Thy lips , Timoleon , seal thy brother's doom , And Brutus bleeds in both his ...
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... heroes lives were known , i Who studied others to improve his own . The Mantuan swan on Mincio's margin sings ; Or o'er Cremona claps his mourning wings ; To Tyber's banks and solitudes retires , And mid his poplars feels poetic fires ...
... heroes lives were known , i Who studied others to improve his own . The Mantuan swan on Mincio's margin sings ; Or o'er Cremona claps his mourning wings ; To Tyber's banks and solitudes retires , And mid his poplars feels poetic fires ...
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... hero , ere she hymn'd the god . Nor less the chief his kind support return'd , No drooping Muse her slighted labors mourn'd ; But stretch'd at ease she prun'd her growing wings , By sages honor'd and rever'd by kings . 110 Ev'n knowing ...
... hero , ere she hymn'd the god . Nor less the chief his kind support return'd , No drooping Muse her slighted labors mourn'd ; But stretch'd at ease she prun'd her growing wings , By sages honor'd and rever'd by kings . 110 Ev'n knowing ...
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Almada Bard beams beauteous beauty behold beneath bids blest blushes boast breast breath bright charms colors coursers delight Dovedale dread e'er earth EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fire flame form'd genius give glory glow Goddess grace grove hand heart Heaven Hence heroes hills honor ibid immortal Bard Keswick lays light Lisbon live look Lord Lusiad lyre man-the mind Mount Athos Muse Muse's Nature Nature's numbers Nymphs o'er paint passions pencil plains pleas'd Poet poet's Portugal praise pride race rage reign rise river Wye rocks roll round sacred scene shade shew shine shore sight skies smile soft song soul sound spread strain stream sweet swell Tago's Tagus tears thee thou thought Thro thunder toil Twas vale verse vex'd Viriatus virtue Vitruvius voice waves wild wonder youth Zeuxis σ σ
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Página 144 - And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill; Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burthen of threescore.
Página 138 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own : Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease ; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ; Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam ; His first, best country ever is at home...
Página 140 - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
Página 144 - To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign, I turn; and France displays her bright domain. Gay, sprightly land of mirth and social ease, Pleas'd with thyself, whom all the world can please, How often have I led thy sportive choir, With tuneless pipe beside the murmuring Loire...
Página 145 - And the weak soul, within itself unblest, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast. Hence ostentation here, with tawdry art, Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart...
Página 142 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed; No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, To make him loath his vegetable meal; But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil. Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes...
Página 150 - Seen opulence, her grandeur to maintain, Lead stern depopulation in her train, And over fields where scatter'd hamlets rose, In barren solitary pomp repose?
Página 137 - Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still : Thus to my breast alternate passions rise, Pleas'd with each good that Heaven to man supplies: Yet oft a sigh prevails, and sorrows fall, To see the hoard of human bliss so small ; And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd, Where my worn soul, each wandering hope at rest, May gather bliss to see my fellows blest.
Página 147 - Extremes are only in the master's mind ! Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Página 142 - At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down the monarch of a shed ; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board: And haply too some pilgrim, thither led, With many a tale repays the nightly bed.