Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volumes 3-4J. Bell, 1789 |
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... glory shine ; Eternal models of exalted parts , The pride of minds , and conquerors of hearts . " Upon the first , arrival here , are seen Rang'd walks of bay , the Muses ' ever - green , Each sweetly springing from some sacred bough ...
... glory shine ; Eternal models of exalted parts , The pride of minds , and conquerors of hearts . " Upon the first , arrival here , are seen Rang'd walks of bay , the Muses ' ever - green , Each sweetly springing from some sacred bough ...
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... glory stand , And hymns of Gratitude the Gods demand , Their bosoms kindle with Celestial Love , And then alone they cast their eyes above . 420 Hail , sacred Verse ye sacred Muses ! hail ! Could I your pleasures with your fire reveal ...
... glory stand , And hymns of Gratitude the Gods demand , Their bosoms kindle with Celestial Love , And then alone they cast their eyes above . 420 Hail , sacred Verse ye sacred Muses ! hail ! Could I your pleasures with your fire reveal ...
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... Glory , be my first appeal , If here the power of lines these lines reveal . When some great youth has with impetuous thought Read o'er achievements which another wrought , And seen his courage and his honor go Through crowding 1.8 ...
... Glory , be my first appeal , If here the power of lines these lines reveal . When some great youth has with impetuous thought Read o'er achievements which another wrought , And seen his courage and his honor go Through crowding 1.8 ...
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... glory crown its radiant head , The brightest yellow ting'd with streams of red ; Next let the lily in your numbers blow , And o'er its sweetness shake the downy snow , 30 In the white garb of virtue let it rise , And wave in verse ...
... glory crown its radiant head , The brightest yellow ting'd with streams of red ; Next let the lily in your numbers blow , And o'er its sweetness shake the downy snow , 30 In the white garb of virtue let it rise , And wave in verse ...
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... glory fire the warlike soul , And bid like motions in our bosoms roll : Here Verrio's colors glow expos'd to sight , And sky - dipp'd pencils stream with liquid light ; Thy art , O Kneller ! asks a sister's praise , So may thy paintings ...
... glory fire the warlike soul , And bid like motions in our bosoms roll : Here Verrio's colors glow expos'd to sight , And sky - dipp'd pencils stream with liquid light ; Thy art , O Kneller ! asks a sister's praise , So may thy paintings ...
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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.