Prize Poems, Odes and Prologues - 130 oldal |
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12. oldal
... Laughter's merry swell , Arm in arm with fresh - eyed Wit , That waves his tingling lash , while Folly shakes his bell . From the feudal tower pale Terror rushing , Where the prophet bird's wail Dies along the dull gale 12.
... Laughter's merry swell , Arm in arm with fresh - eyed Wit , That waves his tingling lash , while Folly shakes his bell . From the feudal tower pale Terror rushing , Where the prophet bird's wail Dies along the dull gale 12.
60. oldal
... terror struck , fled not away , Or could upon her look withouten deep dismay . For in her features dark Melancholy Did lower fearfully ; and by her side There lay ( awful sign of deeds unholy ! ) A dagger , which a father's blood had ...
... terror struck , fled not away , Or could upon her look withouten deep dismay . For in her features dark Melancholy Did lower fearfully ; and by her side There lay ( awful sign of deeds unholy ! ) A dagger , which a father's blood had ...
63. oldal
She saw her fierce sister's terrifick glance , And , filled with terror , quick she turned to flight ; But seeing this , I ween , the cunning wight Changed his lay of sorrow , and quick did fly To such witching strains of softening ...
She saw her fierce sister's terrifick glance , And , filled with terror , quick she turned to flight ; But seeing this , I ween , the cunning wight Changed his lay of sorrow , and quick did fly To such witching strains of softening ...
64. oldal
... terror o'er a trembling land , While Murder led him by his bloody hand . Hope fled affrighted at his gloomy train , Subduing Pity raised her hands in vain . Next young Cordelia , in her matchless charms , Clasping 64 XI. ...
... terror o'er a trembling land , While Murder led him by his bloody hand . Hope fled affrighted at his gloomy train , Subduing Pity raised her hands in vain . Next young Cordelia , in her matchless charms , Clasping 64 XI. ...
70. oldal
... terror paints , And pallid Fear in screaming horror faints ; From the deep fount of human feeling , draws The pitying flood ; the icy region thaws Of stoick frost ; the sympathetick tear Balms the deep wound , or dews the sable bier ...
... terror paints , And pallid Fear in screaming horror faints ; From the deep fount of human feeling , draws The pitying flood ; the icy region thaws Of stoick frost ; the sympathetick tear Balms the deep wound , or dews the sable bier ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
altars Apollo Athens Avon Avon's Bard beam beauty Behold blest blood bosom breast bright bright eye brow burst buskined charms chords classick clime crown dark deed deep delight dome Drama E'en earth echoes enchanted fair fairy Falstaff fame fancy Fancy's fane feeling fire fled Folly gaze Genius gloom glory glowing grace grave Greece grief hail hand hath heart heaven honours immortal inspired laurel light lute lyre Macbeth madness magick matchless mighty mirth Muse's Muses musick Nature Nature's night numbers nymph o'er pale passions praise pride PRIZE Rapture realms reign rolls Rome round scene scenick seraph Shakspeare Shakspeare's shrine sigh slumbering smile soars song soul sound spell spirit splendour springs stage strains sway sweet swell taste tears terror Thalia thee Thespis thine thou throne trembling triumph Vice Virtue wake wand wave ween weeping wild wings wonder worlds unknown wreath
Népszerű szakaszok
106. oldal - A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause ? Who sees him act, but envies every deed ? Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed?
108. oldal - Themselves they studied; as they felt, they writ: Intrigue was plot, obscenity was wit. Vice always found a sympathetic friend; They pleas'd their age, and did not aim to mend.
108. oldal - And pantomime and song confirm'd her sway. But who the coming changes can presage, And mark the future periods of the stage? Perhaps, if skill could distant times explore, New...
108. oldal - With every meteor of caprice must play. And chase the new-blown bubbles of the day. Ah ! let not censure term our fate our choice, The stage but echoes back the public voice ; The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live.
14. oldal - With boding tongue foul murders numbering ; Sleep's leaden portals catch the sound. In his dream of blood for mercy quaking, At his own dull scream behold him waking ! Soon that dream to fate shall turn : For him the living furies burn ; For him the vulture sits on yonder misty peak, And chides the lagging night, and whets her hungry beak.
118. oldal - Till tamed and tortured into foreign graces, She sports her lovely face at public places: And with blue, laughing eyes, behind her fan, First acts her part with that great actor, MAN. Too soon a flirt, approach her and she flies ! Frowns when pursued, and, when entreated, sighs ! Plays with unhappy men as cats with mice ; Till fading beauty hints the late advice.
106. oldal - Our scene precariously subsists too long On French translation, and Italian song : Dare to have sense yourselves ; assert the stage, Be justly warm'd with your own native rage. Such plays alone should please a British ear, As Cato's self had not disdain'd to hear. ' Britons attend .-] Altered thus by the author, from " Britons arise," to humour, we are told, the timid delicacy of Mr.
123. oldal - The grace of action — the adapted mien,' Faithful as nature to the varied scene ; Th' expressive glance — whose subtle comment draws Entranced attention, and a mute applause; Gesture that marks , with force and feeling fraught , A sense in silence, and a will in thought...
16. oldal - Olympic car in Pindar's fame : Troy's doubtful walls, in ashes passed away, Yet frown on Greece in Homer's deathless lay ; Rome, slowly sinking in her crumbling fanes, Stands all immortal in her Maro's strains ; So, too, yon giant empress of the isles, On whose broad sway the sun forever...
110. oldal - To what blest genius of the isle Shall gratitude her tribute pay, Decree the festive day, Erect the statue, and devote the pile ? Do not your sympathetic hearts accord, To own the bosom's Lord...