Specimens of the British Poets: Whitehead, 1785, to Anstey, 1805Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... spread Th ' enormous loads that cloth'd their head . For British dames new follies love , And , if they can't invent , improve . Some with erect pagodas vie , Some nod , like Pisa's tow'r , awry , Medusa's snakes , with Pallas ' crest ...
... spread Th ' enormous loads that cloth'd their head . For British dames new follies love , And , if they can't invent , improve . Some with erect pagodas vie , Some nod , like Pisa's tow'r , awry , Medusa's snakes , with Pallas ' crest ...
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... spread before the sun A broad and vivid foliage . High above , The hill was darken'd by a solemn shade , Diffus'd from ancient cedars . To this cave Diomedon , Demophilus resort , And Thespia's youth . A deep recess appears , Cool as ...
... spread before the sun A broad and vivid foliage . High above , The hill was darken'd by a solemn shade , Diffus'd from ancient cedars . To this cave Diomedon , Demophilus resort , And Thespia's youth . A deep recess appears , Cool as ...
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... spread , Of Harmatides ' heir . O grace and pride Of that fair city , which the Muses love , Thee an acceptant visitant I hail In this their ancient temple . Thou shalt view Their sacred haunts . Descending from the dome , She thus ...
... spread , Of Harmatides ' heir . O grace and pride Of that fair city , which the Muses love , Thee an acceptant visitant I hail In this their ancient temple . Thou shalt view Their sacred haunts . Descending from the dome , She thus ...
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... spread . A pond'rous spear he shook . The well - aim'd point Sent two Phliasians to the realms of death With four Tegeans , whose indignant chief , Brave Hegesander , vengeance breath'd in vain , With streaming wounds repuls'd . Thus ...
... spread . A pond'rous spear he shook . The well - aim'd point Sent two Phliasians to the realms of death With four Tegeans , whose indignant chief , Brave Hegesander , vengeance breath'd in vain , With streaming wounds repuls'd . Thus ...
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... Spreads on the cheek of beauty soon to fade ; Such as express'd a mind by wisdom rul'd , By sweetness temper'd ; virtue's purest light Illumining the countenance divine : Yet could not soften rig'rous fate , nor charm Malignant fortune ...
... Spreads on the cheek of beauty soon to fade ; Such as express'd a mind by wisdom rul'd , By sweetness temper'd ; virtue's purest light Illumining the countenance divine : Yet could not soften rig'rous fate , nor charm Malignant fortune ...
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arms beauty behold Belshazzar beneath bold born bosom breast Cæsar Caractacus character charms Chor CHRISTOPHER ANSTEY Cowper Creusa dark dear death delight Diomedon dread Druid Elidurus ev'n ev'ry fair fancy fate father fear feel flowers fond genius grace groves hand haste hear heart heaven holy honour hour Hyperanthes Ilyssus JOSEPH WARTON king Lacedemon Lady Leonidas living Lord lov'd Lusiad mind morn mourn Muse NATHANIEL COTTON nature's ne'er never night numbers o'er Oïleus once peace poem poet poetical poetry pow'r pride published rise round sacred scene shade Shanter Sir William Jones slave smile soft solemn song soon soul sound spirit stream sweet taste tears Teribazus thee thine Thomas Warton thou thought toil trembling truth twas vale verse virtue voice Warton wave Whyles Winchester school wings Xerxes Xuthus youth
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269 ページ - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest! Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
265 ページ - Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens ; Their sarks, instead o...
264 ページ - Nick, in shape o' beast ; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge : He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a...
263 ページ - And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; And near the thorn, aboon the well, Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. Before him Doon pours all his floods; The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seemed in a bleeze, Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing.
259 ページ - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
266 ページ - Cutty-sark!" And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke: As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud: So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' monie an eldritch skreech and hollow, Ah, Tam!
261 ページ - Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon ! Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how...
368 ページ - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart ; It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not coloured like his own ; and having power T' enforce the wrong for such a worthy cause,.
133 ページ - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For Nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
368 ページ - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.