arms Aurengzebe Balaam beauty behold beneath bless bless'd bliss blood bold breast breath bright charms chase courser crown'd death delight dread e'er earth ELOISA TO ABELARD Emma ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear fire fix'd flame flies flowers fool give gnome grace grave Greece groves hand happy head hear heart Heaven honour hounds JOHN SHARPE kings learn'd lord loud lyre maid mankind mind Muse Muse's nature ne'er never numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er once pack pain panting passion peace plain pleasing pleasure praise prey pride proud rage rise round Sappho scene sense shade shine shore sighs sing skies smiles soft soon soul Spleen stream sweet sylphs tears Thalestris thee thou toil trembling Twas tyrant Umbriel vex'd Virg virtue weep wild winds wings wise woods wound wretch younker youth
Page 14 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Page 12 - In words as fashions the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic if too new or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Page 9 - Goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transformed to combs, the speckled, and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows. Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux.
Page 81 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repaired with straw, With tape-tied curtains never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies...
Page 10 - Tis ours to trace him only in our own. He, who through vast immensity can pierce, See worlds on worlds compose one universe, Observe how system into system runs, What other planets circle other suns, What varied being peoples every star, May tell why Heaven has made us as we are.
Page 12 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 98 - See from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings : Short is his joy ; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Ah ! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold 1 Nor yet, when moist Arcturus clouds the sky, The woods and fields their pleasing toils deny.
Page 36 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day...
Page 33 - And hell's grim tyrant feel the eternal wound. As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care,' Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air, Explores the lost, the wandering sheep directs, By day o'ersees them, and by night protects; The tender lambs he raises in his arms, Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms; Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage, The promised father of the future age.