Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volumes 3-4J. Bell, 1789 |
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... fancy never feather'd fly , Where lines by measure form'd in Hatchets lie ; Where Altars stand , erected Porches gape , And sense is cramp'd while words are par'd to shape ; Where mean Acrostics , labor'd in a frame 3c On scatter'd ...
... fancy never feather'd fly , Where lines by measure form'd in Hatchets lie ; Where Altars stand , erected Porches gape , And sense is cramp'd while words are par'd to shape ; Where mean Acrostics , labor'd in a frame 3c On scatter'd ...
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... Fancy spreads a varied scene , And Judgment likes the sight , and looks serene , And can be pleas'd itself , and helps to please , And joins the work , and regulates the lays . 220 Thus , on a plan design'd by double care , The building ...
... Fancy spreads a varied scene , And Judgment likes the sight , and looks serene , And can be pleas'd itself , and helps to please , And joins the work , and regulates the lays . 220 Thus , on a plan design'd by double care , The building ...
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... Fancy's eyes , And weary'd - out the fix'd Attention lies ; Enough , my Verses , have you work'd my breast , I'll seek the sacred Grove , and sink to rest . ' No longer now the ravish'd Poet sung , His voice in easy cadence left the ...
... Fancy's eyes , And weary'd - out the fix'd Attention lies ; Enough , my Verses , have you work'd my breast , I'll seek the sacred Grove , and sink to rest . ' No longer now the ravish'd Poet sung , His voice in easy cadence left the ...
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... fancy glows , Describe his business while he works the mine , Describe his temper when he sees it shine , Or say , when Readers easy verse insnares , How much the Writer's mind can act on theirs : Whence images , in charming numbers set ...
... fancy glows , Describe his business while he works the mine , Describe his temper when he sees it shine , Or say , when Readers easy verse insnares , How much the Writer's mind can act on theirs : Whence images , in charming numbers set ...
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John Bell. And what fair visions oft we fancy nigh By fond delusions of the swimming eye , Or further pierce through Nature's maze to find How passions drawn give passions to the mind . Oh , what a sweet confusion ! what surprize ! How ...
John Bell. And what fair visions oft we fancy nigh By fond delusions of the swimming eye , Or further pierce through Nature's maze to find How passions drawn give passions to the mind . Oh , what a sweet confusion ! what surprize ! How ...
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Page 144 - And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill; Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burthen of threescore.
Page 138 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own : Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease ; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ; Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam ; His first, best country ever is at home...
Page 140 - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
Page 144 - To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign, I turn; and France displays her bright domain. Gay, sprightly land of mirth and social ease, Pleas'd with thyself, whom all the world can please, How often have I led thy sportive choir, With tuneless pipe beside the murmuring Loire...
Page 145 - And the weak soul, within itself unblest, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast. Hence ostentation here, with tawdry art, Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart...
Page 142 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed; No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, To make him loath his vegetable meal; But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil. Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes...
Page 150 - Seen opulence, her grandeur to maintain, Lead stern depopulation in her train, And over fields where scatter'd hamlets rose, In barren solitary pomp repose?
Page 137 - Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still : Thus to my breast alternate passions rise, Pleas'd with each good that Heaven to man supplies: Yet oft a sigh prevails, and sorrows fall, To see the hoard of human bliss so small ; And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd, Where my worn soul, each wandering hope at rest, May gather bliss to see my fellows blest.
Page 147 - Extremes are only in the master's mind ! Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Page 142 - At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down the monarch of a shed ; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board: And haply too some pilgrim, thither led, With many a tale repays the nightly bed.