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... fad moment , when the Sylphs withdrew , And Ariel weeping from Belinda flew , Umbriel , a dusky , melancholy sprite As ever fully'd the fair face of light , Down Down to the central earth , his proper scene , Miscellaneous POEMS.
... fad moment , when the Sylphs withdrew , And Ariel weeping from Belinda flew , Umbriel , a dusky , melancholy sprite As ever fully'd the fair face of light , Down Down to the central earth , his proper scene , Miscellaneous POEMS.
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... Umbriel , hateful Gnome ! forbears not fo ; He breaks the vial whence the forrows flow . Then fee ! the nymph in beauteous grief appears , Her eyes half languishing , half drown'd in tears , On her heav'd bosom hung her drooping head ...
... Umbriel , hateful Gnome ! forbears not fo ; He breaks the vial whence the forrows flow . Then fee ! the nymph in beauteous grief appears , Her eyes half languishing , half drown'd in tears , On her heav'd bosom hung her drooping head ...
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... Umbriel on a sconce's height Clapp'd his glad wings , and fate to view the fight , Propp'd on their bodkin spears , the sprites survey The growing combat , or assist the fray . While thro ' the press enrag'd Thalestris flies , And ...
... Umbriel on a sconce's height Clapp'd his glad wings , and fate to view the fight , Propp'd on their bodkin spears , the sprites survey The growing combat , or assist the fray . While thro ' the press enrag'd Thalestris flies , And ...
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arms beauty Belinda beſt bleſt boſom bright cauſe charms cloſe diſplay e'er eaſe ev'n ev'ry eyes facred faid fair falſe fame fate fide fighs filver fing firſt flame flow'rs fome fools foon foul fuch fure gen'rous glow Gnome grace hair head heart heav'n heav'nly honour juſt laſt learn'd leſs loft loſe lov'd maid moſt muſe muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paſs paſſions pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pray'rs pride purſue rage raiſe reſt rife riſe roſe ſacred ſay ſcene ſcorn ſeem ſeen ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhine ſhore ſhort ſhould ſhow ſkies ſky ſmall ſmiles ſoft ſome ſpeak ſpirits ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteal ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrain ſtrange ſtreams ſubjects ſuch ſung ſwain ſwelling Sylphs ſylvan tears Thalestris thee theſe thoſe thou thro trembling Twas Umbriel verſe Vertumnus waſte whoſe wife
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Page 62 - The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears.
Page 83 - But chiefly Love — to Love an Altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three amorous sighs to raise the fire.
Page 162 - Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Page 81 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Page 42 - Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend, And rise to faults true critics dare not mend; From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which, without passing thro' the judgment, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains.
Page 167 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...
Page 166 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 52 - Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love ; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow : Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found...
Page 92 - What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe? The baron now his diamonds pours apace; Th...
Page 128 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier : By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear.