Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. VII.John Bell, 1789 - 173 pages |
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... divine The wild impatience of my breast by thine ! And , to conceive what I would say to thee , Conceive , my Love , what thou wouldst say to me ! As in the tenderness of soul I sigh , Methinks EPISTLES HEROIC AND AMATORY ROSAMOND to K ...
... divine The wild impatience of my breast by thine ! And , to conceive what I would say to thee , Conceive , my Love , what thou wouldst say to me ! As in the tenderness of soul I sigh , Methinks EPISTLES HEROIC AND AMATORY ROSAMOND to K ...
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... divine ; No fault I knew , yet fear'd some fault was mine . But soon thy love dispell'd those airy fears , Dispell'd alas ! -but brought too solid cares . For as with hands , entwin'd in hands , we walk'd , Of love , and hapless lovers ...
... divine ; No fault I knew , yet fear'd some fault was mine . But soon thy love dispell'd those airy fears , Dispell'd alas ! -but brought too solid cares . For as with hands , entwin'd in hands , we walk'd , Of love , and hapless lovers ...
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... divine . Presumptuous wretch ! almighty power to scan , While every action proves him less than man . By your delusions to the scaffold led , Martyr'd by you , a royal CHARLES has bled . Teach then , ye sycophants ! O ! teach his son ...
... divine . Presumptuous wretch ! almighty power to scan , While every action proves him less than man . By your delusions to the scaffold led , Martyr'd by you , a royal CHARLES has bled . Teach then , ye sycophants ! O ! teach his son ...
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... divine let foolish FILMER dream , The public welfare is the law supreme . Lives there a wretch , whose base , degenerate soul Can crouch beneath a tyrant's stern control ? Cringe to his nod , ignobly kiss the hand In galling chains that ...
... divine let foolish FILMER dream , The public welfare is the law supreme . Lives there a wretch , whose base , degenerate soul Can crouch beneath a tyrant's stern control ? Cringe to his nod , ignobly kiss the hand In galling chains that ...
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... divine and human laws , And treat the honest like the christian cause . Curse on that tongue whose vile pernicious art Delights the ear but to corrupt the heart , That takes advantage of the chearful hour , When weaken'd Virtue bends to ...
... divine and human laws , And treat the honest like the christian cause . Curse on that tongue whose vile pernicious art Delights the ear but to corrupt the heart , That takes advantage of the chearful hour , When weaken'd Virtue bends to ...
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Abelard anguish ARISBE arms beauty Benedictine betray'd blest bliss bosom chain confest coursers crimes dear death despair divine doom'd dreadful Duke of Suffolk e'er Eloisa EPISTLES HEROIC ESCRICK ev'n ev'ry eyes faith faithless fame farewell fate fear fire fix'd flame foes fond gloomy glories glow grace grief groan guilty hand hear Heaven Henry honor hopes horrors hour joys Lord Lord Russel lov'd love's lover Lycurgus Maeandering maid melt mind monarch mourn night nymph o'er once pain pangs passion Paston Letters peace pious fraud pity Pompey pow'r Prince rage rapture Rome Rosamonda rouze sacred scenes scorn shade shore sigh sink slave smile soft sorrow Suffolk sweet tears tender thee thine thou thought thro throne thy breast thy charms thy heart thy love thy soul trembling triumph truth Twas virtue vows weak weep whilst wild wish wish'd woes wretched youth Zara
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Page 148 - And earth and heaven the monstrous race disowns, Then the stern genius of my native land, With delegated vengeance in his hand, Shall raging cross the troubled seas, and pour The plagues of Hell on yon devoted shore. What tides of ruin mark his ruthless way! How shriek the fiends exulting o'er their prey!
Page 169 - scape from Fortune's rage, And bear the scars of envy, spite, and scorn, Yet with mankind no horrid war I wage, Yet with no impious spleen my breast is torn : For virtue lost, and ruin'd man, I mourn.
Page 160 - It was many years after this separation, that a letter of Abelard's to a Friend, which contained the history of his misfortune, fell into the hands of Eloisa. This awakening all her Tenderness, occasioned those celebrated letters (out of which the following is partly extracted) which gives so lively a picture of the struggles of grace and nature, virtue and passion.
Page 110 - My Eloisa steals upon my eye; For ever rises in the solar ray, A phantom brighter than the blaze of day. Where'er I go the visionary guest Pants on my lip, or sinks upon my breast; Unfolds her sweets, and, throbbing to destroy, Winds round my heart in luxury of joy. While loud hosannas shake the shrines around, I hear her softer accents in the sound ; Her idol-beauties on each altar glare, And Heaven much injured has but half my prayer.
Page 142 - The dauntless Negro rushes to the goal ; Firm in his love, resistless in his hate, His arm is conquest, and his frown is fate. * What fond affection in my bosom reigns ! What soft emotions mingle with my pains ! Still as thy form before my mind appears, My haggard eyes are bath'd in...
Page 145 - May every transport violate thy rest. Which tears the jealous lover's gloomy breast! May secret anguish gnaw thy cruel heart, Till death in all his terrors wing the dart; Then, to complete the horror of thy doom, A favour'd rival smile upon thy tomb! Why does my lingering soul her flight delay? Come, lovely maid, and gild the dreary way! Come, wildly rushing with disorder'd charms, And clasp thy bleeding lover in thy arms; Close his sad eyes, receive his parting breath, And soothe him sinking to...
Page 147 - And chac'd by all the monsters of the main ; " And while they spread their sinking arms to thee, " Then let their fainting souls remember me ! —" Thanks, righteous God !—Revenge shall yet be " mine ; " Yon flashing lightning gave the dreadful sign, " I see the flames of heavenly anger hurl'd, " I hear your thunders shake a guilty world.
Page 79 - Yet loft, perhaps, to your remembrance too, How hard my lot ! what refuge can I try, Weary of life, and yet afraid to die ! Of hope, the wretch's laft refort, bereft, By friends, by kindred, by my lover, left. Oh ! frail dependence of confiding fools ! On lovers...
Page 144 - Angel face, which sooth'd me to repose? By Nature tempted, and with passion blind, Are these the joys Hope whisper'd to my mind? Is this the end of constancy like thine? Are these the transports of a love like mine? My hopes, my joys, are vanish'd into air, And now of all that once engag'd my care, These chains alone remain, this weapon and despair.
Page 135 - Now dragg'd once more beyond the western main, To groan beneath some dastard planter's chain; Where my poor countrymen in bondage wait The long enfranchisement of ling'ring fate: Hard ling'ring fate!