La Belle Assemblée, Volume 6J. Bell, 1809 |
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... o'er the mountain steeps to go , And look by turns on all the plains below ; How scal'd th ' aërial cliffs th ' adven'trous maid , Whilst , far beneath , her foil'd campanion staid ? " Yet whilst to her sublimest scenes arise , Of ...
... o'er the mountain steeps to go , And look by turns on all the plains below ; How scal'd th ' aërial cliffs th ' adven'trous maid , Whilst , far beneath , her foil'd campanion staid ? " Yet whilst to her sublimest scenes arise , Of ...
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... O'er Barca's sands , they shed on me their light : Meanwhile a vapour bland , too pure for sight , ( Which I not know to name , but lovers say " It is a sigh " ) where'er thy eye - beams play , Springs upwards , but alas ! too dank for ...
... O'er Barca's sands , they shed on me their light : Meanwhile a vapour bland , too pure for sight , ( Which I not know to name , but lovers say " It is a sigh " ) where'er thy eye - beams play , Springs upwards , but alas ! too dank for ...
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... o'er thy urn . O let me live my own , and die so too ! ( To live and die is all I have to do :) Maintain a poet's dignity and ease , And see what friends , and read what books I please . Above a patron , tho ' I condescend Sometimes to ...
... o'er thy urn . O let me live my own , and die so too ! ( To live and die is all I have to do :) Maintain a poet's dignity and ease , And see what friends , and read what books I please . Above a patron , tho ' I condescend Sometimes to ...
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... o'er my grotto , and but sooths my sleep , There , my retreat the best companions grace , Chiefs out of war , and statesmen out of place . There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul : And he ...
... o'er my grotto , and but sooths my sleep , There , my retreat the best companions grace , Chiefs out of war , and statesmen out of place . There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul : And he ...
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... o'er the garden gates ; In life's cool ev'ning , satiate of applause , Nor fond of bleeding even in Brunswick's cause . A voice there is that whispers in my ear , 64 POPE . ] [ Satires . BEAUTIES OF THE BRITISH POETS .
... o'er the garden gates ; In life's cool ev'ning , satiate of applause , Nor fond of bleeding even in Brunswick's cause . A voice there is that whispers in my ear , 64 POPE . ] [ Satires . BEAUTIES OF THE BRITISH POETS .
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Page 15 - And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Page 192 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Page 114 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Blushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 114 - The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 16 - Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe...
Page 87 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Page 87 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Page 118 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Page 113 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the strawbuilt shed, The cock's shrill clarion or the echoing horn No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care, No children run to lisp their sire's return Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 15 - Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid some bards with port, and some with praise ; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd, And others (harder still) he paid in kind.