The minstrel: in two books: with some other poems. To which are now added, Miscellanies, by J.H. Beattie1803 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 15 találatból.
2. oldal
... Fashion . A Dialogue Epitaph on Diophantus Epitaphium Diophanti Lethe . A Ballad . The Descent of Timothy Tom Jones 107 · 110 · . 114 • · 118 119 123 129 136 137 · · 138 • 140 · 146 • 145 149 · 157 • 171 178 · Horace . Epist . I. 5 ...
... Fashion . A Dialogue Epitaph on Diophantus Epitaphium Diophanti Lethe . A Ballad . The Descent of Timothy Tom Jones 107 · 110 · . 114 • · 118 119 123 129 136 137 · · 138 • 140 · 146 • 145 149 · 157 • 171 178 · Horace . Epist . I. 5 ...
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... exceptions , for the beautiful simplicity of his style : but still 54 OF THE AUTHOR'S LIFE The Modern Tippling Philosophers Fashion A Dialogue Epitaph on Diophantus Epitaphium Diophanti Lethe A Ballad The Descent of Timothy Tom Jones.
... exceptions , for the beautiful simplicity of his style : but still 54 OF THE AUTHOR'S LIFE The Modern Tippling Philosophers Fashion A Dialogue Epitaph on Diophantus Epitaphium Diophanti Lethe A Ballad The Descent of Timothy Tom Jones.
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... Fashion's meteor forms decoy , And plunge in sorrow while ye grope for joy ; Who tear from present thought the troubled mind , Scared by the past , and to the future blind , Still in one round of dull amusement stray , And trifle all ...
... Fashion's meteor forms decoy , And plunge in sorrow while ye grope for joy ; Who tear from present thought the troubled mind , Scared by the past , and to the future blind , Still in one round of dull amusement stray , And trifle all ...
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... fashion , power , let others crave , The sword of conquest wield , or ride the wave ; In other hands be empire's standard born , The gem , the laurel , other brows adorn . Enough for me , in unambitious lays That I attempt to sing my ...
... fashion , power , let others crave , The sword of conquest wield , or ride the wave ; In other hands be empire's standard born , The gem , the laurel , other brows adorn . Enough for me , in unambitious lays That I attempt to sing my ...
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... Fashion all her craft bestow , To form her last , best , noblest work - a beau . But can her bungling skill one scene impart , To warm the fancy , or to sooth the heart ! Can she the mountain's stormy front assail , Snatch the long ...
... Fashion all her craft bestow , To form her last , best , noblest work - a beau . But can her bungling skill one scene impart , To warm the fancy , or to sooth the heart ! Can she the mountain's stormy front assail , Snatch the long ...
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The Minstrel: In Two Books: With Some Other Poems. to Which Are Now Added ... James Hay Beattie Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ADDISON Æneid amuse antient anxious atque Author Balaam BEATTIE BOOKSELLER breath called Cerne character chearful Christian conversation death delight desire Diophantus earth elegant English Essay fancy fashion favourite fear genius give Greek hear heard heart heaven Homer honour hope human humour ingurgitated JAMES BEATTIE JAMES HAY JAMES MERCER JOHNSON knew language Latin Latin verse learned live man's Marischal college mean melt MERCURY mind murmur musick nature never Newark on Trent numbers Numen Numina nunquam o'er omni omnia opinion pain pectora person perspicuity Peterhead pleased pleasure poem poet poetical Pope's praise principles propen publick quadrille quæ reader reason religion simplicity smile soul speak style subjunctive mood SWIFT talent thee thing thou thought tibi tion Tom Jones translation trump of doom virtue Vulteius Werter wished words write
Népszerű szakaszok
73. oldal - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require...
144. oldal - Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison...
104. oldal - Plac'd far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phcebus dips his wain., " A vast assembly moving to and fro ; Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
75. oldal - Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove ; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew...
79. oldal - Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb . With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, In the deep dungeon of some gothic dome, Where night and desolation ever frown. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down ; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave ; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
73. oldal - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain.
126. oldal - Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose.
81. oldal - THE smiling morn, the breathing spring, Invite the tuneful birds to sing ; And while they warble from each spray, Love melts the universal lay. Let us, Amanda, timely wise, Like them improve the hour that flies; And in soft raptures waste the day Among the shades of Invermay.
77. oldal - Or midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed ; Beloved till life can charm no more; And mourned till Pity's self be dead.