Juvenilia, Or, A Collection of Poems |
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... breast in one soft chain unite ; In thee , what most the modest maiden fit , All that can win , and all that can delight . Still , ftill may Peace , with whom no cares intrude , For ever cherish'd in thy bosom lie ; And lively Health ...
... breast in one soft chain unite ; In thee , what most the modest maiden fit , All that can win , and all that can delight . Still , ftill may Peace , with whom no cares intrude , For ever cherish'd in thy bosom lie ; And lively Health ...
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... couch , where gaily drest In beauty wild the white - topt lily rose , Torn up to glitter on an Ethiop's breast , Its bed of jet new graces will difclose . Then Then , dreary Terrors , melt along the sky , 8 MISCELLANIES .
... couch , where gaily drest In beauty wild the white - topt lily rose , Torn up to glitter on an Ethiop's breast , Its bed of jet new graces will difclose . Then Then , dreary Terrors , melt along the sky , 8 MISCELLANIES .
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... breast , And waxen arm , and thigh of taper grace , Calls himself Ifis , Naiad of the wave ; And , ye , where lagging Cam draws weary on His fluggish stream , in reedy ' iv'ry drefs'd : * Rev. A. W. T. A. M. prefent upper grammar ...
... breast , And waxen arm , and thigh of taper grace , Calls himself Ifis , Naiad of the wave ; And , ye , where lagging Cam draws weary on His fluggish stream , in reedy ' iv'ry drefs'd : * Rev. A. W. T. A. M. prefent upper grammar ...
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... breast Silent and cold as Death : yet ftill , perhaps , When Italy fhall no more , now torn From Superftition's sway to Gallia's hand , Which with the scythe of War has mow'd to earth Which MISCELLANIES . 23 Or, higher northward, where ...
... breast Silent and cold as Death : yet ftill , perhaps , When Italy fhall no more , now torn From Superftition's sway to Gallia's hand , Which with the scythe of War has mow'd to earth Which MISCELLANIES . 23 Or, higher northward, where ...
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... - worn roof Soft murmurs ran of breathing conftancy . While on my shoulder hung thy easy hand Beyond thy bofom , not a single thought E That That flutter'd from my breast , unheeding stray'd : Fix'd MISCELLANIES . 25.
... - worn roof Soft murmurs ran of breathing conftancy . While on my shoulder hung thy easy hand Beyond thy bofom , not a single thought E That That flutter'd from my breast , unheeding stray'd : Fix'd MISCELLANIES . 25.
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Amyntas bart beam bleft bluſhes boaſt bofom breaſt breath burſt charms cheek dæmon Death delight diſtant Earl erft eſq ev'ry eyne fair falute fhade fhall fide figh firſt flow'rs fmiles foft fome fong fons foothing foul Friendſhip ftill ftorm ftream fweet gentle glitt'ring Glory glowing grace green grove hand head Heav'n heav'nly inſpire James Jofeph John knight Lord lov'd Love lyre Matthew Bloxam mild morn moſt mournful Mufe Muſe ne'er numbers o'er Palemon Peace Pleaſure pour'd pow'r praiſe purple raptur'd reft reſt rife Right riſing rofe roſe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſkies ſky ſmiles ſmooth ſoft ſparkling ſplendour ſport ſpread ſtep ſtill ſtorm ſtream ſwain ſweet tear tempeſt thee theſe thine Thomas thou thouſand thro THYRSIS verdant VIRG wand'ring warm wave ween weep whofe whoſe William wing youth Zephyrs Zeuxis
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Page 47 - Namque me sylva lupus in Sabina, Dum meam canto Lalagen, et ultra Terminum curis vagor expeditus, Fugit inermem ; Quale portentum neque militaris Daunia in latis alit esculetis, Nec Jubae tellus general, leonum Arida nutrix.
Page v - Truth; and where Truth deigns to come, Her sister Liberty will not be far. Be present all ye Genii, who conduct The wandering footsteps of the youthful bard, New to your springs and shades: who touch his ear With finer sounds: who heighten to his eye The bloom of Nature, and before him turn The gayest, happiest attitude of things.
Page 154 - ... the allegory is wanting in the survey of human life, the youth and inexperience of the author will, it is hoped, be brought to the recollection of the excusing reader ; and the moral, never to be too often repeated, that is drawn from it, which endeavours to correct the vices of the age by showing the frightful landscape that terminates the alluring path of sinful pleasure, supply the defects of a muse, who is entering into public in her sixteenth year, bashful on her first exhibition, and listening...
Page 137 - Winter's muttering king Her veil of roses spreads. The sky serene, the waking flowers, The river's loosened wave, Repay the kind and tepid hours With all the charms they gave. And hark ! from yon melodious grove The feathered warblers break; And into notes of joy and love The solitude awake ! And shall the first beloved of heaven Mute listen as they sing ; Shall man to whom the lyre is given, Not wake one grateful string? O ! let me join...
Page 95 - Ye worms of wealth, of vanity and sway ; Say, have ye ought of praise or glory won, That thus ye flaunt along, your gaudy way : 'Tis not the splendour of the cherish'd hoard...
Page 47 - Daunias latis alit aesculetis, nee lubae tellus generat, leonum 15 arida nutrix. pone me, pigris ubi nulla campis arbor aestiva recreatur aura, quod latus mundi nebulae malusque luppiter urget, 20 pone sub curru nimium propinqui soils in terra domibus negata: dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo, dulce loquentem.
Page 111 - Difcprd feek his yelling reign, Nor haunt thy path ferene ; While Guilt, on ev'ry fullen wind, Starts pale and trembling from behind His wild and wizard mein.
Page 143 - Autumn spreads her fields of gold. And waves her amber wand ; See earth its yellow charms unfold Beneath her magic hand ! Uurivall'd beauty decks our vales, Bright fruitfulness oiir plains ; Gay health with cheerfulness prevails, And smiling glory reigns.
Page 141 - And shoots his piercing eye; And Eve, with modest, measured pace, Steps up the western sky, Reposed beneath Thy guardian wings, The pious mortal rests; Nor knows one watchful care that springs Within unholy breasts. What, then, if pealing thunders roll, If lightnings flash afar; Undaunted hears his sainted...
Page xiv - Son of the late ingenious Benjamin Franklin, prime conductor of the American revolution, and principal founder of the United States of America — without his type in our days.