Bell's Edition, Volumes 31-32J. Bell, 1788 - English poetry |
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... , Unftain'd with hostile blood , The trumpet fpake not to the armed throng , And kings fat ftill with aweful eÿé , ' As if they furely knew their fovran Lord was by . 60 V. But peaceful was the night , Wherein the Prince 16 } POEMS UPON.
... , Unftain'd with hostile blood , The trumpet fpake not to the armed throng , And kings fat ftill with aweful eÿé , ' As if they furely knew their fovran Lord was by . 60 V. But peaceful was the night , Wherein the Prince 16 } POEMS UPON.
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... ftill prolongs each heav'nly . X. " Nature that heard fuch found , Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's feat , the aery region thrilling , Now was almost won To think her part was done , [ clofe . And that her reign had here its last ...
... ftill prolongs each heav'nly . X. " Nature that heard fuch found , Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's feat , the aery region thrilling , Now was almost won To think her part was done , [ clofe . And that her reign had here its last ...
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... ftill , more apt for mournful things . V. Befriend me Night , beft patronefs of grief , Over the pole thy thickest mantle throw , 1 Volume IV . C And work my flatter'd fancy to belief , That Heav'n SEVERAL OCCASIONS . 25.
... ftill , more apt for mournful things . V. Befriend me Night , beft patronefs of grief , Over the pole thy thickest mantle throw , 1 Volume IV . C And work my flatter'd fancy to belief , That Heav'n SEVERAL OCCASIONS . 25.
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... ftill revolt when Truth would fet them free . 10 Licence they mean when they cry Liberty ; For who loves that , must first be wife and good ; But from that mark how far they rove we fee For all this waste of wealth , and lofs of blood ...
... ftill revolt when Truth would fet them free . 10 Licence they mean when they cry Liberty ; For who loves that , must first be wife and good ; But from that mark how far they rove we fee For all this waste of wealth , and lofs of blood ...
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John Bell. And Worcester's laureat wreath . Yet much remains Peace hath her victories ftill ; To conquer No lefs renown'd than War : new foes arife Threatning to bind our fouls with fecular chains : Help us to fave free conscience from ...
John Bell. And Worcester's laureat wreath . Yet much remains Peace hath her victories ftill ; To conquer No lefs renown'd than War : new foes arife Threatning to bind our fouls with fecular chains : Help us to fave free conscience from ...
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Page 108 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
Page 99 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 113 - Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?
Page 109 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves...
Page 108 - To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely...
Page 91 - And wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where, with her best nurse, contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impaired. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i...
Page 49 - Left me all helpless, with the irreparable loss Of sight, reserved alive to be repeated The subject of their cruelty or scorn. Nor am I in the list of them that hope ; Hopeless are all my evils, all remediless. This one prayer yet remains, might I be heard, No long petition — speedy death, 650 The close of all my miseries and the balm.
Page 40 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
Page 91 - Some say no evil thing that walks by night. In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Page 76 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.