Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. IV.John Bell, 1793 - 185 strani |
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Stran 19
... behold , by Verrio's pencil wrought , The numerous spoils from Swabian conquests brought ; How o'er th ' opposing Schellenberg he run , Which none before but great Gustavus won . Here , camps assaulted , and a city storm'd ; There , on ...
... behold , by Verrio's pencil wrought , The numerous spoils from Swabian conquests brought ; How o'er th ' opposing Schellenberg he run , Which none before but great Gustavus won . Here , camps assaulted , and a city storm'd ; There , on ...
Stran 25
... behold Van Dyck display Celestial innocence , immortal day : His pencil here no more with nature vies , Above her plastic power his genius flies ; Soars on Promethean wing aloft , and there Steals forms which heaven - born cherubs only ...
... behold Van Dyck display Celestial innocence , immortal day : His pencil here no more with nature vies , Above her plastic power his genius flies ; Soars on Promethean wing aloft , and there Steals forms which heaven - born cherubs only ...
Stran 26
... Behold ! where Stephen fainting yields his breath , By great Le Sueur again condemn'd to death ; With strange surprise we view the horrid deed , And then , to pity melted , turn the head , Lest , as spectators of the martyr's fall , We ...
... Behold ! where Stephen fainting yields his breath , By great Le Sueur again condemn'd to death ; With strange surprise we view the horrid deed , And then , to pity melted , turn the head , Lest , as spectators of the martyr's fall , We ...
Stran 34
... Behold where all the charms that Heaven could give , Blended in one sweet form still seem to live ; Then sink to tears , nor stop the bursting groan , When thou art told that all those charms are gone . Relentless Death I still forcing ...
... Behold where all the charms that Heaven could give , Blended in one sweet form still seem to live ; Then sink to tears , nor stop the bursting groan , When thou art told that all those charms are gone . Relentless Death I still forcing ...
Stran 37
... scene , The shady precipice and rocky green , Nature behold , to please and to surprise , Swell into bastions , or in columns rise : Here sinking spaces with dark boughs o'ergrown , And there Epist . IV . 37 AND NARRATIVE .
... scene , The shady precipice and rocky green , Nature behold , to please and to surprise , Swell into bastions , or in columns rise : Here sinking spaces with dark boughs o'ergrown , And there Epist . IV . 37 AND NARRATIVE .
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Almada ancient awful beams beauty behold bending beneath bids blessings blest bliss boast Bobart bold breast breathe Britons brow Carlo Maratti charms cheerful Chepstow cliffs clime dear deep delight Dovedale dread e'er earl of Danby earth EPISTLES DESCRIPTIVE ev'n fair fame fate fire flame gale glow grace groves happy heart heaven heroes hills honor ibid Keswick kings lake Laocoon light Lisboa's Lisbon lofty lord Lusiad Methinks mind mines mountains Muse Muse's native Nature's numbers o'er ocean OLIVER GOLDSMITH paint patriot Phidias Pindus plains pleas'd pleasure Portugal praise prey pride race rage realms reign rise river Wye rocks round rove sacred scene Sertorius shade shine shore skies smiling soul Spain spread Spring steep stray stream sweet swelling Tago's Tagus thee thine thou Thro throne tide toil vale Viriatus Wainfleet waves Whitehaven wild winds woodlark woods
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Stran 149 - How small , of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Stran 141 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Stran 133 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Stran 139 - Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread; No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword ; No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest.
Stran 145 - 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 ; Intent on high designs, a thoughtful band, By forms unfashion'd, fresh from nature's hand, Fierce in their native hardiness of soul, True to imagined right, above control, While e'en the peasant boasts these rights to scan, And learns to venerate himself as man.
Stran 144 - While the pent Ocean, rising o'er the pile, Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile; The slow canal, the yellow-blossom'd vale, The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail, The crowded mart, the cultivated plain, A new creation rescued from his reign. Thus, while around the wave-subjected soil Impels the native to repeated toil, Industrious habits in each bosom reign, And industry begets a love of gain.
Stran 138 - While nought remain'd of all that riches gave, But towns unmann'd, and lords without a slave : And late the nation found, with fruitless skill, Its former strength was but plethoric ill. Yet, still the loss of wealth is here supplied By arts, the splendid wrecks of former pride : From these the feeble heart and long-fall'n mind An easy compensation seem to find. Here may be seen, in bloodless pomp array...
Stran 142 - Through life's more cultured walks, and charm the way, These, far dispersed, on timorous pinions fly, To sport and flutter in a kinder sky. To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign, I turn ; and France displays her bright domain.
Stran 67 - Amusive birds ! say where your hid retreat, When the frost rages and the tempests beat ? Whence your return, by such nice instinct led, When Spring, soft season, lifts her bloomy head? Such baffled searches mock man's prying pride, The God of Nature is your secret guide!
Stran 137 - Could Nature's bounty satisfy the breast, The sons of Italy were surely blest...