The triumphs of temper; a poem. With new original designs, by M. Flaxman [engr. by W. Blake]. (Google eBook)

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Page 53 - Thro' me, to those, who sadden'd .human life, By sullen humour, or vexatious strife ; And here thro' scenes of endless vapours hurl'd, Are punish'd in the forms, they plagued the world ; Justly they feel no joy, who none bestow; All ye who enter, every hope forego !' O'er an arch'd cavern, rough with horrid stone, On which a feeble light by flashes shone, These characters, that chill'd her soul with dread, SERENA, fixt in silent wonder, read. As she liegan to speak, her voice was drown' d, By the...
Page 112 - From which the tender plant Mimosa springs ; Towards its leaves, o'er which she fondly bends, The youthful fair her vacant hand extends With gentle motion, anxious to survey How far the feeling fibres own her sway ; The leaves, as conscious of their queen's command.. Successive fall at her approaching hand ! Her tender breast with pity seems to pant, And shrinks at every shrinking of the plant.
Page x - I wished, indeed, (but I fear most ineffectually) for powers to unite some touches of the sportive wildness of Ariosto, and the more serious sublime painting of Dante, with some portion of the enchanting elegance, the refined imagination, and the moral graces of Pope ; and to do this, if possible, without violating those rules of propriety which Mr.
Page xiv - And sheds sweet languor o'er the melting eye ; When nobler toys the female heart trepan, And dolls, rejected, yield their place to man. Beneath a father's care SERENA grew } The good Sir GILBERT, to his country true, A faithful Whig, who zealous for the state In freedom's service led the loud debate, Yet every day, by transmutation rare, Turn'd to a Tory in his elbow-chair, And made his daughter pay, howe'er absurd., Passive obedience to his sovereign word. In his domestic sway he borrow'd aid. From...
Page 59 - So spake the friendly sprite ; th' obedient maid Her form along the narrow vessel laid : But oh I what terrors shake her tender soul, As from the shore the bark begins to roll, And, sever'd from her friend, her eyes discern The steering spectre wading at the stern ! Far stronger fears her resolution melt, Than those,. which erst the bard of Florence felt, 59 When, by the honour'd shade of Virgil led, Thro...
Page 112 - And just between the woman and the child. Her fair left arm around a vase she flings, From which the tender plant mimosa springs ; Towards its leaves, o'er which she fondly bends, The youthful fair her vacant hand extends With gentle motion, anxious to survey How far the feeling fibres own her sway ; The leaves, as conscious of their Queen's command, Successive fall at her approaching hand ; While her soft breast with pity seems to pant, And shrinks at every shrinking of the plant.
Page 54 - At sight so moving,'' the mild sprite return'd : " Thou seest in those, whose wailings wound thy ears, The puny progeny of modern peers : Their sires, by avarice or ambition led, Aliens to love, approach'd the nuptial bed ; With proud indifference, and with cold distaste ; Their homely brides reluctantly embrac'd, And by such union gave...
Page v - ... the dignity of a declining art, by making it as beneficial to life and manners as the limits of composition, and the character of modern times will allow.
Page 11 - ... pain to the responsive heart. As Zephyr's breath the willing chord inspires, Whispering soft music to the trembling wires, So, with fond care, I regulate, unseen, The softer movements of this nice machine ; TEMPER, my earthly name, the nurse of Love.!
Page 2 - O'er the dear pages of a new romance, Eager in fiction's touching scenes to find A field to exercise her active mind : The touching scenes new energy imprest On all the virtues of her feeling breast. Sweet Evelina's fascinating power Had first beguil'd of sleep her midnight hour; Possest by Sympathy's enchanting sway, She read, unconscious of the dawning day. CT Man as he is" her gentle heart alarm'd ; His troubles griev'd her, but his spirit charm'd.

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