An Essay on the Application of Natural History to Poetry

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W. Eyres, 1777 - English poetry - 156 pages
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Page 111 - Fair laughs the morn, and foft the Zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded Veflel goes ; Youth on the prow, and Pleafure at the helm ; Regardlefs of the fweeping Whirlwind's fway, That hufh'd in grim repofe,
Page 148 - Bear me, Pomona ! to thy citron groves ; To where the lemon and the piercing lime, With the deep orange, glowing thro' the green, Their lighter glories blend. Lay me reclin'd Beneath the fpreading tamarind that fhakes, Fann'd by the breeze, its fever-cooling fruit. Deep in the night the mafly
Page 64 - And wood-lark, o'er the kind-contending throng Superior heard, run through the fweeteft length Of notes ; when liftening Philomela deigns To let them joy, and purpofes, in thought Elate, to make her night excel their day. The black-bird whittles from the thorny brake; The mellow bullfinch* anfwers from the
Page 72 - duck, before her train, Rows garrulous. The ftately-failing fwan Gives out his fnowy plumage to the gale ; And, arching proud his neck, with oary feet Bears forward fierce, and guards his ofier ifle, Protective of his young. The turkey nigh, Loud-threatning, reddens; while the peacock fpreads
Page 90 - and Pyrenees, Branch out flupendous into diftant lands ; Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave ! Burning for blood ! bony, and ghaunt, and grim ! Aflembling wolves in raging troops defcend ; And, pouring o'er the country, bear along, Keen as the north-wind fweeps the
Page 72 - Should I my fteps turn to the rural feat, Whofe lofty elms, and venerable oaks, Invite the rook, who high amid the boughs, In early Spring, his airy city builds, And ceafelefs caws amufive; there, well-pleas'd, I might the various polity furvey Of the mixt houfhold
Page 90 - fnow. All is their prize. They fatten on the fteed, Prefs him to earth, and pierce his mighty heart. Nor can the bull his awful front defend, Or fhake the murdering favages away. Rapacious, at the mother's throat they fly, And tear the fcreaming infant from her
Page 64 - Up.fprings the lark, Shrill-voic'd and loud, the meffenger of morn ; Ere yet the fhadows fly, he mounted fings Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts Calls up the tuneful nations. Every copfe Deep-tangled, tree irregular, and bufh Bending with dewy
Page 70 - draws his vigorous young, Strong pounc'd, and ardent with paternal fire. Now fit to raife a kingdom of their own, He drives them from his fort, the towering feat, For ages, of his empire; which in peace, Unftain'd he holds, while many a league
Page 72 - The careful hen Calls all her chirping family around, fed and defended by the fearlefs cock ; "Whofe breaf t with ardour flames, as on he walks, Graceful, and crows defiance. In the pond, The finely-checker'd duck, before her train, Rows garrulous. The ftately-failing fwan Gives out his fnowy plumage to the gale ; And, arching proud his neck, with oary feet

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