Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, Volume 4Harrison and Company, 1782 - English poetry |
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... foft distress they turn to hide , And want of memory , want of feeling chide , Their lovely , fmiling boy , Shall bring them back to joy ; And kind Religion , ever prompt to save , ' Claiming their gratitude for what they have , Shall ...
... foft distress they turn to hide , And want of memory , want of feeling chide , Their lovely , fmiling boy , Shall bring them back to joy ; And kind Religion , ever prompt to save , ' Claiming their gratitude for what they have , Shall ...
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... foft , how fweet , Y the organ , harke how feft , how f The found my fancy leads To climes where Phoebus ' brightest beams Gild jasmine groves , and chrystal streams , And lily - mantled meads ; Where myrtle bowers their bloom unfold ...
... foft , how fweet , Y the organ , harke how feft , how f The found my fancy leads To climes where Phoebus ' brightest beams Gild jasmine groves , and chrystal streams , And lily - mantled meads ; Where myrtle bowers their bloom unfold ...
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... foft as the dew - drops that fall From the lip of the fweet - fcented pea , Perhaps , when fhe fmil'd upon all , I have thought that she smil'd upon me . But But why of her charms fhould I tell ? Ah BEAUTIES 31 OF POETRY .
... foft as the dew - drops that fall From the lip of the fweet - fcented pea , Perhaps , when fhe fmil'd upon all , I have thought that she smil'd upon me . But But why of her charms fhould I tell ? Ah BEAUTIES 31 OF POETRY .
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... foft fadnefs condemn ; Yet , methinks , tho ' I cannot tell why , I should hate to be merry like them . When I walk'd in the pride of the dawn , Methought all the region look'd bright : Has fweetness forfaken the lawn ? For , methinks ...
... foft fadnefs condemn ; Yet , methinks , tho ' I cannot tell why , I should hate to be merry like them . When I walk'd in the pride of the dawn , Methought all the region look'd bright : Has fweetness forfaken the lawn ? For , methinks ...
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... foft - rifing wave Has pictur'd the moon on it's breast : Let me walk where the new - cover'd grave Allows the pale lover to rest ! When fhall I in it's peaceable womb Be laid with my forrows afleep ! Should Lavinia but chance on my ...
... foft - rifing wave Has pictur'd the moon on it's breast : Let me walk where the new - cover'd grave Allows the pale lover to rest ! When fhall I in it's peaceable womb Be laid with my forrows afleep ! Should Lavinia but chance on my ...
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beauty beneath beſtow blefs'd bloom bofom breaſt bright charms chearful cloſe defcend E'en eaſe erft ev'ry eyes facred fafe fair fame fate fcenes fecret feek feem fhade fhall fhine fide figh fight filent fing fire firft firſt fkies flain flame fleep flowers fmiling foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpirits fpring ftand ftill ftrains ftream fuch fwain fweet fwelling grace grove hand heart Heav'n juft lefs loft lov'd lyre maid mind mourn Mufe muft night nymph o'er paffion pain plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride purſue raiſe reft reign rife rofe roſe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſmile ſpread ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro trembling vale virtue whofe Whoſe wind wretch youth
Popular passages
Page 314 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Page 462 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
Page 404 - Be smooth, ye rocks! ye rapid floods, give way! The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Page 42 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 316 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
Page 210 - Sir Balaam now, he lives like other folks, He takes his chirping pint, and cracks his jokes. " Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word ; And lo ! two puddings smok'd upon the board.
Page 208 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!
Page 208 - Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name...
Page 201 - We find our tenets just the same at last. Both fairly owning Riches, in effect, No grace of Heaven or token of th' elect; Given to the fool, the mad, the vain, the evil, To Ward, to Waters, Chartres, and the devil.
Page 334 - Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, If a tight damsel chaunc'd to trippen by ; Which when observ'd, he shrunk into his mew, And straight would recollect his piety anew.