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art thou beam beneath blast blest bliss blushing bosom bow'r breast breath breeze brow burning can'st charm cheek cold cried dark dart despair divine dread drest dulcet ev'ry eyes fade fame fancy Farewell fate fierce flies flow'r flow’rs fond frantic song gale glitt'ring gloom glow golden GoLFRE grace heart heav'n hour howling Lesbian light lone love's lover lustre lyre maid mark'd midst mind mingling moon morn mountain mourn nature's night nymphs o'er Ovid pale passion Phaon pillow pow'r pride proud rapture rose round rude Saint HUBERT Sappho scene scorn seem'd shade shew sigh smile soft song SONNET sooth sorrow soul steals steep storm strain stream sweet Syren band tears tempest thee thine thou thro throng tow'ring trembling Venus throws vex'd wand'ring waves weary weep wild winds wing wretch youth zephyrs
Page 273 - And bid'st them spreading shine : Thou humm'st thy short and busy tune, Unmindful of the blast ; And careless while 'tis burning noon, How quick that noon be past.
Page 274 - Pavement slippery, people sneezing, Lords in ermine, beggars freezing; Titled gluttons dainties carving, Genius in a garret starving. Lofty mansions, warm and spacious; Courtiers cringing and voracious; Misers scarce the wretched heeding; Gallant soldiers fighting, bleeding.
Page 69 - O ! HOW can LOVE exulting reason quell ! How fades each nobler passion from his gaze ! E'en fame, that cherishes the poet's lays, That fame ill-fated Sappho lov'd so well. Lost is the wretch, who in his fatal spell Wastes the short summer of delicious days, And from the tranquil path of wisdom strays, • In passion's thorny wild forlorn to dwell. O ye ! who in that sacred temple smile Where holy innocence resides...
Page 224 - And the fresh-sprincled pavement cools the feet Of early walkers. At the private door The ruddy housemaid twirls the busy mop, Annoying the smart 'prentice, or neat girl. Tripping with band-box lightly. Now the sun Darts burning splendour on the glittr'ing pane, Save where the canvas awning throws a shade On the gay merchandize.
Page 68 - And my chill'd breast in throbbing tumults rise ? Mute on the ground my lyre neglected lies, The Muse forgot, and lost the melting lay; My down-cast looks, my...
Page 87 - False youth! can other charms attractive prove? Say, can Sicilian loves thy passions move, Play round thy heart, and fix thy fickle eyes, While in despair the Lesbian Sappho dies ? Has spring for thee a crown of poppies wove, Or dost thou languish in th' Idalian grove, Whose altar kindles, fann'd by lovers
Page 74 - O'er which the golden hair luxuriant plays; So, on the modest lily's leaves of snow The proud Sun revels in resplendent rays! Warm as his beams this sensate heart shall glow, Till life's last hour, with Phaon's self decays!
Page 223 - Fruit-barFOWs, aod the hunger-giving cries Of vegetable venders, fill the air. Now ev'ry shop displays its varied trade, And the fresh-sprinkled pavement cools the feet Of early walkers. At the private door The ruddy housemaid twirls the busy mop, Annoying the smart 'prentice, or neat girl, Tripping with band-box lightly.
Page 273 - Then spread thy little shining wing, Hum on thy busy lay ! For man, like thee, has but his spring ; Like thine, it fades away.