Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. XI.

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John Bell, 1790 - 174 Seiten
 

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Seite 159 - Nor tangled woodbine's balmy bloom, Nor grass besprent to breathe perfume : Nor lurking wild-thyme's spicy sweet To bathe in dew my roving feet : Nor wants there note of Philomel, Nor...
Seite 165 - Tis thou alone, O Summer mild, Canst bid me carol woodnotes wild : Whene'er I view thy genial scenes ; Thy waving woods, embroider'd greens ; What fires within my bosom wake, How glows my mind the reed to take ! What charms like thine the Muse can call, With whom 'tis youth and laughter all! With whom each field 'sa paradise, And all the globe a bower of bliss! With" thee conversing, all the day I meditate my lightsome lay.
Seite 29 - Direct to him their steps they seem to bear : Both large and tall, exceeding human size ; Both, far exceeding human beauty, fair. Graceful, yet each with different grace, they move ; This striking sacred awe ; that softer, winning love.
Seite 54 - ... no longer found it necessary to lash themselves to the vessel, in order to prevent being washed overboard. Additional sail was got on the caravel, and, as her motion ahead increased, she became steadier, and more certain in all her movements.
Seite 100 - Ianthe, you alone impart Balm to my wounds, and cordial to my smart : The apple of my eye, the life-blood of my heart. With line of silk, with hook of barbed steel, Beneath this oaken umbrage let us lay, And from the water's...
Seite 31 - Rough is the road to fame, thro' blood and war; " Smooth is my way, and all my paths are peace. " With me retire, from toils and perils free ; " Leave honour to the wretch! Pleafures were made for thee.
Seite 51 - ... lulls her evening-sleep Deep in a cleft-worn rock we found her laid, Spangl'd the roof with many an artless gem : Slowly she rose, and met us in the shade, As half disturb'd that such intrusion came : But at her sister's sight with look discreet, She better welcome gave, and pointed each a seat. Wide from her grotto to the dazzled eye, A boundless prospect ! lay the azure waste, Lost in the sightless limit sea and sky; By measurable distance faintly trac'd : Whence now arising from his wat'ry...
Seite 89 - In this blest season, pregnant with delight, Ne may the boading owl with screeches wound The solemn silence of the quiet night, Ne croaking raven, with unhallow'd sound. Ne damned ghost affray...
Seite 3 - In verse albeit uncouth, and simple strain; Ne mote he well be seen, so thick the shade, Which elms and aged oaks had all around him made.
Seite 7 - Fit place for Melancholy dreary-head. Here a deformed Monster joy'd to won, Which on fell rancour ever was ybent, All from the...

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