The Muses' Bower,: Embellished with the Beauties of English Poetry, Tom 2W. Plant Piercy, 1809 |
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... once their various prayers prefer'd ; The goddess , wearied with the noisy crowd , Thrice way'd her silver wand , and spoke aloud : Our ears no more with vain petitions tire , But take unheard whate'er you first desire . ' She said ...
... once their various prayers prefer'd ; The goddess , wearied with the noisy crowd , Thrice way'd her silver wand , and spoke aloud : Our ears no more with vain petitions tire , But take unheard whate'er you first desire . ' She said ...
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... Once breath'd sweet influence on the happy plain ; While o'er the lawn , with dance and festive song , Young Pleasure led the jocund hours along : In gay luxuriance Ceres too was seen To crown the vallies with eternal green : For wealth ...
... Once breath'd sweet influence on the happy plain ; While o'er the lawn , with dance and festive song , Young Pleasure led the jocund hours along : In gay luxuriance Ceres too was seen To crown the vallies with eternal green : For wealth ...
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... front they view the consecrated grove Of cypress , sacred once to Cretan Jove . The thirsty canvass , all around supply'd , Still drinks unquench'd the full aerial tide . And now , approaching near the lofty stern , A A WATER - SPOUT . 63.
... front they view the consecrated grove Of cypress , sacred once to Cretan Jove . The thirsty canvass , all around supply'd , Still drinks unquench'd the full aerial tide . And now , approaching near the lofty stern , A A WATER - SPOUT . 63.
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... once more , While the fore - stay - sail balances before . The fore - sail braced obliquely to the wind , They near the prow th ' extended tack confin'd : Then on the leeward sheet the seamen bend , And haul the bow - line to the ...
... once more , While the fore - stay - sail balances before . The fore - sail braced obliquely to the wind , They near the prow th ' extended tack confin'd : Then on the leeward sheet the seamen bend , And haul the bow - line to the ...
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... she lies , One desperate remedy at last he tries , Haste with your weapons ! cut the shrouds and stay : And hew at once the mizen - mast away ! He said : th ' attentive sailors on each side 82 EXTRACTS FROM THE SHIPWRECK .
... she lies , One desperate remedy at last he tries , Haste with your weapons ! cut the shrouds and stay : And hew at once the mizen - mast away ! He said : th ' attentive sailors on each side 82 EXTRACTS FROM THE SHIPWRECK .
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Strona 92 - And now, lash'd on by destiny severe, With horror fraught, the dreadful scene drew near! The ship hangs hovering on the verge of death, Hell yawns, rocks rise, and breakers roar beneath!— In vain, alas! the sacred shades of yore Would arm the mind with philosophic lore; In vain they'd teach us, at the latest breath, To smile serene amid the pangs of death.
Strona 241 - Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat ? Yet, yet I love! — From Abelard it came, And Eloisa yet must kiss the name. Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd : 10 Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mix'd with God's, his lov'd Idea lies : O write it not my hand — the name appears Already written — wash it out, my tears!
Strona 243 - Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind. Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry ray, Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day. Guiltless I gaz'd ; Heav'n listen'd while you sung ; And truths divine came mended from that tongue. From lips like those what precept fail'd to move ? Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love : Back thro' the paths of pleasing sense I ran, Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'da Man.
Strona 181 - Oh ! let him alone, For making a blunder, or picking a bone. But hang it - to poets who seldom can eat, Your very good mutton's a very good treat; Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt, It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
Strona 242 - Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys. 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...
Strona 246 - Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd, but you : Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Strona 254 - Thou, Abelard ! the last sad office pay, And smooth my passage to the realms of day ; See my lips tremble, and my eye-balls roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul ! Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand, The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand, Present the Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
Strona 56 - The warbling birds exalt their evening lay : Blithe skipping o'er yon hill, the fleecy train Join the deep chorus of the lowing plain ; The golden lime, and orange, there were seen . On fragrant branches of perpetual green ; The crystal streams that velvet meadows lave, To the green Ocean roll with chiding wave. . The glassy Ocean hushed forgets to roar, But trembling murmurs on the sandy shore...
Strona 243 - No happier task these faded eyes pursue; To read and weep is all they now can do. Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief; Ah, more than share it, give me all thy grief.
Strona 222 - What is true passion, if unblest it dies ? And where is Emma's joy, if Henry flies ? If love, alas! be pain; the pain I bear No thought can figure, and no tongue declare.