Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices, and an Essay on English Poetry, Tom 5Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... Muse ! prepare ; Forget awhile the barn and dairy's care ; Thy homely voice to loftier numbers raise , The drunkard's flights require sonorous lays ;. With Bowzybeus ' songs exalt thy verse , While rocks and woods the various notes ...
... Muse ! prepare ; Forget awhile the barn and dairy's care ; Thy homely voice to loftier numbers raise , The drunkard's flights require sonorous lays ;. With Bowzybeus ' songs exalt thy verse , While rocks and woods the various notes ...
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... Muses , loftier strains recite : Not all in shades and humble cots delight . Hark ! the bells ring ; along the distant grounds The driving gales convey the swelling sounds : Th ' attentive swain , forgetful of his work , With gaping ...
... Muses , loftier strains recite : Not all in shades and humble cots delight . Hark ! the bells ring ; along the distant grounds The driving gales convey the swelling sounds : Th ' attentive swain , forgetful of his work , With gaping ...
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... ! divinely great Hold , Muse , nor melting pinions try , Nor near the blazing glory fly , Nor straining break thy feeble bow , Unfeather'd arrows far to throw ; Through fields unknown nor madly stray , Where no ideas MATTHEW GREEN . 55.
... ! divinely great Hold , Muse , nor melting pinions try , Nor near the blazing glory fly , Nor straining break thy feeble bow , Unfeather'd arrows far to throw ; Through fields unknown nor madly stray , Where no ideas MATTHEW GREEN . 55.
Strona 85
... Muse hath stay'd , And left her debt to Addison unpaid , Blame not her silence , Warwick , but bemoan , And judge , oh judge , my bosom by your own . What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verse that real woe inspires ...
... Muse hath stay'd , And left her debt to Addison unpaid , Blame not her silence , Warwick , but bemoan , And judge , oh judge , my bosom by your own . What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verse that real woe inspires ...
Strona 88
... Muse's art I found ; Reluctant now I touch the trembling string , Bereft of him who taught me how to sing ; And these sad accents , murmur'd o'er his urn , Betray that absence they attempt to mourn . O ! must I then ( now fresh my bosom ...
... Muse's art I found ; Reluctant now I touch the trembling string , Bereft of him who taught me how to sing ; And these sad accents , murmur'd o'er his urn , Betray that absence they attempt to mourn . O ! must I then ( now fresh my bosom ...
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Strona 110 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death...
Strona 219 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Strona 311 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Strona 125 - Thrice she look'd back, and thrice the foe drew near. Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought The close recesses of the virgin's thought : As on the nosegay in her breast reclin'd, He watch'd th...
Strona 312 - Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.
Strona 134 - And trust me, dear ! good-humour can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail. Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll ; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Strona 396 - But sure such folks could ne'er beget So sweet a girl as Sally ! She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Strona 112 - Soft yielding minds to water glide away, And sip, with nymphs, their elemental tea. The graver prude sinks downward to a gnome, In search of mischief still on earth to roam. The light coquettes in sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of air.
Strona 116 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike ; And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Strona 119 - Planets through the boundless Sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the Moon's pale Light Pursue the Stars that shoot athwart the Night ; Or suck the Mists in grosser Air below, Or dip their Pinions in the painted Bow, Or brew fierce Tempests on the wintry Main, Or o'er the Glebe distil the kindly Rain.