The Lady's Poetical Magazine: Or, Beauties of British Poetry, 2±ÇHarrison and Company, 1781 |
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... 'd in crowds of glorious actions lie , And troops of heroes undistinguish'd die . O Dormer ! how can I behold thy fate , And not the wonders of thy youth relate ! D How it i How can I see the gay , the BEAUTIES OF POETRY . 25.
... 'd in crowds of glorious actions lie , And troops of heroes undistinguish'd die . O Dormer ! how can I behold thy fate , And not the wonders of thy youth relate ! D How it i How can I see the gay , the BEAUTIES OF POETRY . 25.
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Or, Beauties of British Poetry. it i How can I see the gay , the brave , the young , Fall in the cloud of war , and lie unfung ! In joys of conqueft he refigns his breath ; And , fill'd with England's glory , fmiles in death ! The rout ...
Or, Beauties of British Poetry. it i How can I see the gay , the brave , the young , Fall in the cloud of war , and lie unfung ! In joys of conqueft he refigns his breath ; And , fill'd with England's glory , fmiles in death ! The rout ...
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... See Night's dun curtain wraps the darkfome pole ! O'er heav'n's blue arch yon rolling worlds appear , And rouze to folemn thought th ' afpiring foul . O lead my steps beneath the moon's dim ray , Where Tadmor ftands all defart and alone ...
... See Night's dun curtain wraps the darkfome pole ! O'er heav'n's blue arch yon rolling worlds appear , And rouze to folemn thought th ' afpiring foul . O lead my steps beneath the moon's dim ray , Where Tadmor ftands all defart and alone ...
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... the crowd , Repeat the Abfolution loud : In church , fecure behind her fan , She durft behold that monfter , man . * See Shakespeare's Tempeft . There 4 1 There practis'd how to place her head , And bite to BEAUTIES OF POETRY .
... the crowd , Repeat the Abfolution loud : In church , fecure behind her fan , She durft behold that monfter , man . * See Shakespeare's Tempeft . There 4 1 There practis'd how to place her head , And bite to BEAUTIES OF POETRY .
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... See then , what mortals place their bliss in ! Next morn betimes , the bride was miffing . The mother fcream'd , the father chid ; Where can this idle wench be hid ? No news of Phil ! ' - The bridegroom came , And thought his bride had ...
... See then , what mortals place their bliss in ! Next morn betimes , the bride was miffing . The mother fcream'd , the father chid ; Where can this idle wench be hid ? No news of Phil ! ' - The bridegroom came , And thought his bride had ...
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Abra beneath bleffings blefs'd blifs bofom breaſt breath charms chearful courſe crown'd defire delight diftant e'en eaſe erft ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fcenes fcorn fear fecret feen fhade fhall fhine fhould fhun fide fighs filent fing firft fkies flain flame flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons forrow foul fprings ftate ftill ftrain ftream fuch fweet gen'rous grace grief grove guife heart Heav'n himſelf honour juft laft laſt loft lov'd lyre maid mind mourn Mufe muft muſt numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er paffion pain plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride purſue rage raiſe reafon reft rife ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſpread ſtate ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro toil tow'ring vermil virtue whofe Whoſe wretched youth
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14 ÆäÀÌÁö - thy bolts to throw ; And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge thy foe. * • If I am right, .thy grace impart. Still in the right to ftay : If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way I Save me alike from
390 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ay me ! I fondly dream Had ye been there; for what could that have donef What could the Mufe herfelf that Orpheus bore, The Mufe herfelf for her enchanting fon, Whom univerfal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His goary vifage down the ftream was
393 ÆäÀÌÁö - is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the wat'ry floor ; So finks the day-ftar in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new fpangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning fky: So Lycidas funk low, but mounted high, •• " Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the wares, Where other groves and other
389 ÆäÀÌÁö - lov'd to hear our fong. But O the heavy change, now thou art gone ; Now thou art gone, and never muft return ! Thee, fhepherd, thee the woods, and defart caves With wild thyme and the gadding vine
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - lead me wherefo'er I go, Thro' this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot: All elfe beneath the fun, . Thou know'ft if beft beftow'd or not, And let thy will be done. To Thee, whofe temple is all fpace, Whofe altar, earth, fea, fkies: One chorus let all being raife, All Nature's incenfe rife
259 ÆäÀÌÁö - th' affliftive dart. Each gift of nature, and each grace of art; With fatal heat impetuous courage glows, With fatal fweetnefs elocution flows ; Impeachment flops the fpeaker's pow'rful breath, And reftlefs fire precipitates on death. But fcarce obferv'd, the knowing and the bold Fall in the gen'ral maflacre of gold ; Wide-wafting peft ! that rages unconfin'd, And
210 ÆäÀÌÁö - eafe. The pair arrive ; the livery'd fervants wait; Their lord receives them at the pompous gate : The table groans with coftly piles of food, • And all is more than hofpitably good. Then, led to reft, the day's long toil they drown, Deep funk in fleep, and filk, and heaps of down. At length 'tis morn
210 ÆäÀÌÁö - o'er the nightly dew) He quits his cell; the Pilgrim-ftaff he bore, And fix'd the fcallop in his hat before; Then with the fun a rifing journey went, Sedate to think, and watching each event. The morn was wafted in the pathlefs grafs, And long and lonefome was the wild to pafs ; But when the
30 ÆäÀÌÁö - woe. And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat: And tho' fometimes, each dreary paufe between, Dejefted Pity, at his fide, Her foul-fubduing voice applied ; Yet ftill he kept his wild unalter'd mien,
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - Has, with the cup, the gracelefs cuftom loft, • And ftill he welcomes, but with lefs of coft. ' The mean, fufpicious wretch, whofe bolted door ' Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wandering poor; . ' With him I left the cup, to teach his mind • That Heaven can