A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn Macmillan, 1907 - 484 oldal |
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16. oldal
... . VII Orpheus could lead the savage race ; And trees unrooted left their place , Sequacious of the lyre : But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher ; When to her organ vocal breath was given , An 16 Eighteenth Century Verse.
... . VII Orpheus could lead the savage race ; And trees unrooted left their place , Sequacious of the lyre : But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher ; When to her organ vocal breath was given , An 16 Eighteenth Century Verse.
17. oldal
Margaret Lynn. When to her organ vocal breath was given , An angel heard , and straight appeared , Mistaking earth for heaven . GRAND CHORUS As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move , And sung the great Creator's praise ...
Margaret Lynn. When to her organ vocal breath was given , An angel heard , and straight appeared , Mistaking earth for heaven . GRAND CHORUS As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move , And sung the great Creator's praise ...
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... ; Sound the trumpets , beat the drums ; Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now , give the hautboys breath ; he comes , he comes . 35 40 45 50 55 60 65 Bacchus , ever fair and young , Alexander's Feast 19.
... ; Sound the trumpets , beat the drums ; Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now , give the hautboys breath ; he comes , he comes . 35 40 45 50 55 60 65 Bacchus , ever fair and young , Alexander's Feast 19.
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... breathing flute , And sounding lyre , Could swell the soul to rage , or kindle soft desire . At last divine Cecilia came , Inventress of the vocal frame : The sweet enthusiast , from her sacred store , Enlarged the former narrow bounds ...
... breathing flute , And sounding lyre , Could swell the soul to rage , or kindle soft desire . At last divine Cecilia came , Inventress of the vocal frame : The sweet enthusiast , from her sacred store , Enlarged the former narrow bounds ...
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... breathing from the plains . Your tales be easy , natural , and gay , Nor all the poet in that part display ; 30 Nor let the critic there his skill unfold , For Boccace thus , and Chaucer tales have told . Soothe , as you only can , each ...
... breathing from the plains . Your tales be easy , natural , and gay , Nor all the poet in that part display ; 30 Nor let the critic there his skill unfold , For Boccace thus , and Chaucer tales have told . Soothe , as you only can , each ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Balclutha bards beauty beneath bless Braes of Yarrow breast breath busk Carthon cease to sigh charms cheerful Clessámmor clouds crown dark death delight Dryden Dunciad ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear Fingal flowers frae grace grave Grongar Hill groves hand hear heart heaven heroic couplet hill honour Jenny king labour Lobbin Clout Lochaber look lyre maid maun mighty mind morning mourn Muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er passions Pindaric plain pleasure poem poet poetry Pope Pope's Popish Plot pow'r praise pride proud redemption draweth nigh rise Robin Gray round satire scene shade Shadwell shine sing skies smile soft song sorrow soul spread swain sweet tears thee thou thought toil trembling Twas vale verse voice waves weep Whig wind Yarrow ye Britons youth ΙΟ
Népszerű szakaszok
85. oldal - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
322. oldal - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
327. oldal - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
254. oldal - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
255. oldal - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
244. oldal - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
326. oldal - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place : The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door ; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
56. oldal - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
329. oldal - The country blooms — a garden and a grave. Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's fenceless limits strayed He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade, Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide, And even the bare-worn common is denied.
23. oldal - The princes applaud with a furious joy ; And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy.