Various Poems: The Wanderer, a Moral Poem, The Triumph of Mirth and Health, and The Bastard. To which is Prefixed a Pref., Giving Some Account of ThemJ. Turner, 1761 - 115 sivua |
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... Pride to me , when it met with Approbation from fo diftinguishing a Judge : Should the reft find the like In- dulgence , I fhall have no Occafion ( what- B 2 ever ever its Success may be in the World ) to To the Right Honourable ...
... Pride to me , when it met with Approbation from fo diftinguishing a Judge : Should the reft find the like In- dulgence , I fhall have no Occafion ( what- B 2 ever ever its Success may be in the World ) to To the Right Honourable ...
Sivu 13
... , and Depths where Snows remain , My winding Steps up a steep Mountain strain ! Emers'd a - top I mark the Hills fubfide , And Towr's afpire , but with inferior Pride ! On On this bleak Height tall Firs , with Ice - THE WANDERER . 13.
... , and Depths where Snows remain , My winding Steps up a steep Mountain strain ! Emers'd a - top I mark the Hills fubfide , And Towr's afpire , but with inferior Pride ! On On this bleak Height tall Firs , with Ice - THE WANDERER . 13.
Sivu 16
... Pride o❜erturn , The foaming Deep in Sparkles feems to burn , Loud Winds turn Zephyrs to enlarge their Notes , And each fafe Neft on a calm Surface floats . Now veers the Wind full Eaft ; and keen , and fore , Its cutting Influence ...
... Pride o❜erturn , The foaming Deep in Sparkles feems to burn , Loud Winds turn Zephyrs to enlarge their Notes , And each fafe Neft on a calm Surface floats . Now veers the Wind full Eaft ; and keen , and fore , Its cutting Influence ...
Sivu 24
... Pride . Alas ! ( the Man of mighty Soul replied ) Why chufe we Mis'ries ? Moft derive their Birth From one bad Source ; we dread fuperior Worth ; Prefer'd , it feems a Satire on our own ; Then heedlefs to excel we meanly moan : Then we ...
... Pride . Alas ! ( the Man of mighty Soul replied ) Why chufe we Mis'ries ? Moft derive their Birth From one bad Source ; we dread fuperior Worth ; Prefer'd , it feems a Satire on our own ; Then heedlefs to excel we meanly moan : Then we ...
Sivu 31
... more than All , High - rapt Ambition e'er could happy call ? Ah ! - - -What are thefe , which e'en the Wife adore ? Loft is my Pride ! -Olympia is no more ! Had Had I , ye perfecuting Pow'rs ! been born The THE 31 WANDERER .
... more than All , High - rapt Ambition e'er could happy call ? Ah ! - - -What are thefe , which e'en the Wife adore ? Loft is my Pride ! -Olympia is no more ! Had Had I , ye perfecuting Pow'rs ! been born The THE 31 WANDERER .
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Abelard BASTAR behold beneath Blaze bleft bluſh Bofom Breaft bright Charms cloſe Clouds conſcious Dæmons dear defcend Deſpair diſplay divine Dunciad Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fair Fame Fancy Fate feems fhall fhine figh firſt Flame flies flow Flow'rs fmiling foft folemn fome foul ftands ftill fuch funk fweet fwell gen'rous Glory glow Goddeſs Grace Grief Heart Heav'n heav'nly Honour infpire laft lefs loft lov'd Love Luftre Mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Numbers o'er Olympia Paffion pale Phaon Pow'r Praiſe Pride purſue raiſe Raptures Rays reft RICHARD SAVAGE rife riſe Rocks rofe Sapho Scene ſcenes ſeen Seraph Shade ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhine ſhould ſhow ſmile Soul ſpeak ſpread Spring ſtand ſtill ſweet Tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou Thought thro trembling TYRCONNEL Virtue WANDERER weep whofe Whoſe wild Wind wiſh Youth
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Sivu 9 - 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.
Sivu 7 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Sivu 9 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze...
Sivu 6 - Curse on all laws but those which love has made ! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Sivu 14 - Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
Sivu 11 - But let heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd; Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd! Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue, Renounce my love, my life, myself — and you. Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he Alone can rival, can succeed to thee.
Sivu 4 - Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains: Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn! Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep, And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep! Tho' cold like you, unmov'd and silent grown, I have not yet forgot myself to stone.
Sivu 7 - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Sivu 7 - Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Sivu 5 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare...