Various Poems: The Wanderer, a Moral Poem, The Triumph of Mirth and Health, and The Bastard. To which is Prefixed a Pref., Giving Some Account of ThemJ. Turner, 1761 - 115 pages |
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... behold my Hafte , ( He fays . ) Nor let warm Thanks thy Spirits wafte ! All Fear forget Each Portal I poffefs , - Duty wide - opens to receive Distress . Oblig'd , I follow , by his Guidance led : The vaulted Roof re - echoing to our ...
... behold my Hafte , ( He fays . ) Nor let warm Thanks thy Spirits wafte ! All Fear forget Each Portal I poffefs , - Duty wide - opens to receive Distress . Oblig'd , I follow , by his Guidance led : The vaulted Roof re - echoing to our ...
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... behold , Think Subjects of my Toil : nor wond'ring gaze ! What cannot Industry completely raise ? Be the whole Earth in one great Landscape found , By Induftry is all with Beauty crown'd ! He , He alone , explores the Mine for Gain ...
... behold , Think Subjects of my Toil : nor wond'ring gaze ! What cannot Industry completely raise ? Be the whole Earth in one great Landscape found , By Induftry is all with Beauty crown'd ! He , He alone , explores the Mine for Gain ...
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... behold , Which confcious waits new Wonders to unfold . Enter my Chapel next Lo ! here begin - The hallow'd Rites , that check the Growth of Sin . When first we met , how foon you feem'd to know My Bofom , lab'ring with the Throbs of Woe ...
... behold , Which confcious waits new Wonders to unfold . Enter my Chapel next Lo ! here begin - The hallow'd Rites , that check the Growth of Sin . When first we met , how foon you feem'd to know My Bofom , lab'ring with the Throbs of Woe ...
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... Behold thy Husband kneel , And judge ! O judge what Agonies I feel ! Oh be no longer , if unkind , thus fair ; Take Horror's Shape , and fright me to Despair ! Rather Rather than thus , unpitying , fee my Moan , 38 THE WANDERER .
... Behold thy Husband kneel , And judge ! O judge what Agonies I feel ! Oh be no longer , if unkind , thus fair ; Take Horror's Shape , and fright me to Despair ! Rather Rather than thus , unpitying , fee my Moan , 38 THE WANDERER .
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... Behold the Light's Decay : Back to yon City let me point thy Way . South - Weft , behind yon Hill , the floping Sun , To Ocean's Verge his fluent Course has run : His parting Eyes a watry Radiance shed , Glance through the Vale , and ...
... Behold the Light's Decay : Back to yon City let me point thy Way . South - Weft , behind yon Hill , the floping Sun , To Ocean's Verge his fluent Course has run : His parting Eyes a watry Radiance shed , Glance through the Vale , and ...
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Abelard BASTAR behold beneath Blaze bleft bluſh Bofom Breaft bright Charms cloſe Clouds conſcious Dæmons dear defcend Deſpair diſplay divine Dunciad Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fair Fame Fancy Fate feems fhall fhine figh firſt Flame flies flow Flow'rs fmiling foft folemn fome foul ftands ftill fuch funk fweet fwell gen'rous Glory glow Goddeſs Grace Grief Heart Heav'n heav'nly Honour infpire laft lefs loft lov'd Love Luftre Mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Numbers o'er Olympia Paffion pale Phaon Pow'r Praiſe Pride purſue raiſe Raptures Rays reft RICHARD SAVAGE rife riſe Rocks rofe Sapho Scene ſcenes ſeen Seraph Shade ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhine ſhould ſhow ſmile Soul ſpeak ſpread Spring ſtand ſtill ſweet Tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou Thought thro trembling TYRCONNEL Virtue WANDERER weep whofe Whoſe wild Wind wiſh Youth
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Page 9 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 7 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Page 9 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze...
Page 6 - Curse on all laws but those which love has made ! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Page 14 - Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
Page 11 - But let heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd; Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd! Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue, Renounce my love, my life, myself — and you. Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he Alone can rival, can succeed to thee.
Page 4 - Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains: Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn! Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep, And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep! Tho' cold like you, unmov'd and silent grown, I have not yet forgot myself to stone.
Page 7 - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Page 7 - Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Page 5 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare...