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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... must at leaft be acknowledged , which ought to be thought eqivalent to many other Excellencies , that the Wanderer can -promote no other Purposes than those of Virtue , and that it is written with a very strong Sense of the Efficacy of ...
... must at leaft be acknowledged , which ought to be thought eqivalent to many other Excellencies , that the Wanderer can -promote no other Purposes than those of Virtue , and that it is written with a very strong Sense of the Efficacy of ...
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... an uncommon Length . I must therefore , once more , refer the cu- rious Reader to Mr. Johnson's excellent Ac- count of his Life , where his Curiosity will be S ̧2579 POR E FiA GEJogiV edTix be amply gratified , viii PREFACE .
... an uncommon Length . I must therefore , once more , refer the cu- rious Reader to Mr. Johnson's excellent Ac- count of his Life , where his Curiosity will be S ̧2579 POR E FiA GEJogiV edTix be amply gratified , viii PREFACE .
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... must acknowledge all to be the Product of your Lordship's Good- nefs to me . I muft , in fine , fay with Horace , Quod fpiro , & placeo , ( fi placeo ) tuum est . I am , with the highest Gratitude and Veneration , My LORD , Your ...
... must acknowledge all to be the Product of your Lordship's Good- nefs to me . I muft , in fine , fay with Horace , Quod fpiro , & placeo , ( fi placeo ) tuum est . I am , with the highest Gratitude and Veneration , My LORD , Your ...
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... must I live to weep Olympia dead ? She dies ! - --- Head ? Sir , I had once a Wife ! fair bloom'd her Youth , Her Form was Beauty , and her Soul was Truth ! Oh , she was dear ! - How dear , what Words can fay ? Heav'n at once is snatch ...
... must I live to weep Olympia dead ? She dies ! - --- Head ? Sir , I had once a Wife ! fair bloom'd her Youth , Her Form was Beauty , and her Soul was Truth ! Oh , she was dear ! - How dear , what Words can fay ? Heav'n at once is snatch ...
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... must wish the Paffion lefs ! Olympia ! My Olympia's loft ! ( I cry ) Olympia's loft , the hollow Vaults reply ! Louder I make my lamentable Moan ; The swelling Echoes learn like me to groan ; The Ghosts to scream , as thro ' lone Isles ...
... must wish the Paffion lefs ! Olympia ! My Olympia's loft ! ( I cry ) Olympia's loft , the hollow Vaults reply ! Louder I make my lamentable Moan ; The swelling Echoes learn like me to groan ; The Ghosts to scream , as thro ' lone Isles ...
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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...