The Lady's Poetical Magazine: Or, Beauties of British Poetry, Volumen2Harrison and Company, 1781 |
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... pleasure of exalted life , And be - O fatal charm - Lothario's wife ! Alas ! perfidious youth , he only ftrove To veil his purpose in the garb of love ! Each fpecious art too well the faithlefs knew , • Practis'd by falfe ones to ...
... pleasure of exalted life , And be - O fatal charm - Lothario's wife ! Alas ! perfidious youth , he only ftrove To veil his purpose in the garb of love ! Each fpecious art too well the faithlefs knew , • Practis'd by falfe ones to ...
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... Pleasure leads , he follows in the train , Nor fees how falfe her arts - her joys how vain ! With Wit , mifnam'd , he drains the spicy bowl , Nor fears the drug that ennervates his foul With wanton beauty fpends the laughing hours , Nor ...
... Pleasure leads , he follows in the train , Nor fees how falfe her arts - her joys how vain ! With Wit , mifnam'd , he drains the spicy bowl , Nor fears the drug that ennervates his foul With wanton beauty fpends the laughing hours , Nor ...
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... pleasures , and unhallow'd joys ; Surpriz'd he reads the following ftern command , Nor scarce can hold it in his trembling hand . Return , Lothario , by the morning's light ; • Or never meet , again , thy injur'd father's fight ! ' Late ...
... pleasures , and unhallow'd joys ; Surpriz'd he reads the following ftern command , Nor scarce can hold it in his trembling hand . Return , Lothario , by the morning's light ; • Or never meet , again , thy injur'd father's fight ! ' Late ...
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... pleasures seem divine ; Her heart , revolting , still disdains to join . Chiefly the joys the woodland wilds to trace , To gaze delighted on her infant's face : But moft , the morn and evening fong to raife , In grateful ftrains to her ...
... pleasures seem divine ; Her heart , revolting , still disdains to join . Chiefly the joys the woodland wilds to trace , To gaze delighted on her infant's face : But moft , the morn and evening fong to raife , In grateful ftrains to her ...
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... pleasure , And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the ftrain prolong , And from the rocks , the woods , the vale , She call'd on Echo still thro ' all the fong ; And where her sweetest theme she chofe , A ...
... pleasure , And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the ftrain prolong , And from the rocks , the woods , the vale , She call'd on Echo still thro ' all the fong ; And where her sweetest theme she chofe , A ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 14 - 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
Página 390 - 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
Página 393 - 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
Página 389 - 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
Página 14 - 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
Página 259 - 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
Página 210 - 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
Página 210 - 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
Página 30 - 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,
Página 215 - 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