Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, 1±ÇHarrison and Company, 1781 |
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Loose flow'd her garments from the ground , And caught the kiffing winds around . As erft Medusa's looks were known To turn beholders into stone ; A dire reversion here they felt , And in the eye of Pleasure melt . Her glance with sweet ...
Loose flow'd her garments from the ground , And caught the kiffing winds around . As erft Medusa's looks were known To turn beholders into stone ; A dire reversion here they felt , And in the eye of Pleasure melt . Her glance with sweet ...
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... wind , And fhows her inftant foes behind . Amaz'd , with headlong speed fhe tends Where late fhe left an host of friends Alas ! thofe fhrinking friends decline , Nor longer own that form divine ; With fear they mark the following cry ...
... wind , And fhows her inftant foes behind . Amaz'd , with headlong speed fhe tends Where late fhe left an host of friends Alas ! thofe fhrinking friends decline , Nor longer own that form divine ; With fear they mark the following cry ...
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... winds . be ftill , To numbers bow'd each lift'ning hill , Uncurl'd the furging of the main , And smooth'd the thorny bed of pain ; The golden harp of heav'n fhe ftrung , And thus the tuneful goddess fung . * Lovely 1 Lovely penitent ...
... winds . be ftill , To numbers bow'd each lift'ning hill , Uncurl'd the furging of the main , And smooth'd the thorny bed of pain ; The golden harp of heav'n fhe ftrung , And thus the tuneful goddess fung . * Lovely 1 Lovely penitent ...
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... wind the paffions as the will To melt the heart with fympathetick woe , Awake the figh , and teach the tear to flow ; To put on frenzy's wild diftracted glare , And freeze the foul with horror and despair ; With just defert enroll'd in ...
... wind the paffions as the will To melt the heart with fympathetick woe , Awake the figh , and teach the tear to flow ; To put on frenzy's wild diftracted glare , And freeze the foul with horror and despair ; With just defert enroll'd in ...
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... wind : Love nourishes a pure and facred fire , Fann'd by esteem , tho ' kindled by defire ! From youth to age , true love will still remain , Attend in fickness , foothe the bed of pain ; Thro ' all life's vary'd paths it's kindness ...
... wind : Love nourishes a pure and facred fire , Fann'd by esteem , tho ' kindled by defire ! From youth to age , true love will still remain , Attend in fickness , foothe the bed of pain ; Thro ' all life's vary'd paths it's kindness ...
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145 ÆäÀÌÁö - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
145 ÆäÀÌÁö - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
149 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
145 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
147 ÆäÀÌÁö - I fed on the smiles of my dear? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown; Alas ! where with her I have stray'd, I could wander with pleasure, alone.
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound : Not a beech's more beautiful green, But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields, in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold : Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold. One would think she might like to retire To the bow'r I have labour'd to rear...
442 ÆäÀÌÁö - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!