Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, 2±ÇHarrison and Company, 1781 |
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... , smil'd , and wav'd her golden hair . And longer had she sung - but , with a frown , Revenge impatient rofe : He threw his blood - ftain'd fword in thunder down ; And , And , with a withering look , The war - BEAUTIES OF POETRY . 31.
... , smil'd , and wav'd her golden hair . And longer had she sung - but , with a frown , Revenge impatient rofe : He threw his blood - ftain'd fword in thunder down ; And , And , with a withering look , The war - BEAUTIES OF POETRY . 31.
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And , with a withering look , The war - denouncing trumpet took , And blew a blast so loud and dread , Were ne'er prophetick founds fo full of woe And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat : And tho ' fometimes ...
And , with a withering look , The war - denouncing trumpet took , And blew a blast so loud and dread , Were ne'er prophetick founds fo full of woe And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat : And tho ' fometimes ...
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... look on Nature with a lover's eye . Delightful hours ! Q , thus for ever flow ! Led by fair Fancy round the varied year : • So fhall my breast with native raptures glow , Nor feel one pang from folly , pride , or fear . • Firm be my ...
... look on Nature with a lover's eye . Delightful hours ! Q , thus for ever flow ! Led by fair Fancy round the varied year : • So fhall my breast with native raptures glow , Nor feel one pang from folly , pride , or fear . • Firm be my ...
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... look above your waist : She'd rather take you to her bed , Than let you fee her dress her head . In church you hear her , thro ' the crowd , Repeat the Abfolution loud : In church , fecure behind her fan , She durft behold that monster ...
... look above your waist : She'd rather take you to her bed , Than let you fee her dress her head . In church you hear her , thro ' the crowd , Repeat the Abfolution loud : In church , fecure behind her fan , She durft behold that monster ...
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... looks crooked , and the fquare grows round . Thus , while with fruitless hope and weary pain , We feek great Nature's power , but feek in vain , Safe fits the goddess in her dark retreat ; Around her myriads of ideas wait , And endless ...
... looks crooked , and the fquare grows round . Thus , while with fruitless hope and weary pain , We feek great Nature's power , but feek in vain , Safe fits the goddess in her dark retreat ; Around her myriads of ideas wait , And endless ...
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273 ÆäÀÌÁö - His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand ; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
16 ÆäÀÌÁö - Presume 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 stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
160 ÆäÀÌÁö - But ah ! what pen his piteous plight may trace ? Or what device his loud laments explain? The form uncouth of his disguised face ? The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain ? The plenteous shower that does his cheek distain...
414 ÆäÀÌÁö - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
219 ÆäÀÌÁö - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
272 ÆäÀÌÁö - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
415 ÆäÀÌÁö - There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
448 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
268 ÆäÀÌÁö - The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. Such was the scorn that...