Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, Volume 2Harrison and Company, 1781 - English poetry |
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... thou know'ft not her despair ; Elfe wouldst thou mix , indeed , thy tears with mine , And let a mother's woes be truly thine ! For fure thy form angelick beauty wears , And human woes are wept with angels tears ! - But thou art man ...
... thou know'ft not her despair ; Elfe wouldst thou mix , indeed , thy tears with mine , And let a mother's woes be truly thine ! For fure thy form angelick beauty wears , And human woes are wept with angels tears ! - But thou art man ...
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... thou dream , • That thou shouldst bask in Fortune's brightest beam 1 Enjoy each pleasure of exalted life , And be - O fatal charm - Lothario's wife ! Alas ! perfidious youth , he only ftrove To veil his purpose in the garb of love ...
... thou dream , • That thou shouldst bask in Fortune's brightest beam 1 Enjoy each pleasure of exalted life , And be - O fatal charm - Lothario's wife ! Alas ! perfidious youth , he only ftrove To veil his purpose in the garb of love ...
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... thou couldst not bear to part ! And griev'd fhe faw thy tenderness increase , ' While each endearment wounded more her peace ! — Unhappy state ! where still affection grows , For the dear object we must thortly lofe ! ' When to the ...
... thou couldst not bear to part ! And griev'd fhe faw thy tenderness increase , ' While each endearment wounded more her peace ! — Unhappy state ! where still affection grows , For the dear object we must thortly lofe ! ' When to the ...
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... Thou Great First Caufe , least understood ! Who all my sense confin'd , To know but this , that Thou art good , And that myself am blind : Yet gave me , in this dark estate , To fee the good from ill ; And binding Nature fast in Fate ...
... Thou Great First Caufe , least understood ! Who all my sense confin'd , To know but this , that Thou art good , And that myself am blind : Yet gave me , in this dark estate , To fee the good from ill ; And binding Nature fast in Fate ...
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... Thou liv'ft not for thyfelf ; thy queen demands Conqueft and peace from thy victorious hands : Kingdoms and empires in thy fortune join , And Europe's destiny depends on thine . At length , the long - difputed pass they gain , By ...
... Thou liv'ft not for thyfelf ; thy queen demands Conqueft and peace from thy victorious hands : Kingdoms and empires in thy fortune join , And Europe's destiny depends on thine . At length , the long - difputed pass they gain , By ...
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Abra beneath bleffings blefs'd blifs bofom breaſt breath charms chearful crown'd defire delight deſpair diftant e'en eaſe erft ev'ry eyes facred faid fair fame fate fcenes fcorn fear fecret feen fhade fhall fhine fhore fhould fide fighs filent fing firft firſt fkies flain flame flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpring ftate ftill ftrain ftream fuch fweet Gaul grace grief grove guife heart Heav'n himſelf honour laft laſt loft lov'd lyre maid mind mourn Mufe muft muſt numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er paffion pain plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride purſue rage raiſe reafon reft rife roſe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſtate ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro toil tow'ring virtue whofe Whoſe wretch youth
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Page 273 - His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand ; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Page 16 - Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Page 160 - But ah ! what pen his piteous plight may trace ? Or what device his loud laments explain? The form uncouth of his disguised face ? The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain ? The plenteous shower that does his cheek distain...
Page 414 - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
Page 219 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Page 272 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Page 15 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Page 415 - There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 448 - Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Page 268 - The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. Such was the scorn that...