The Beauties of English Poetry, Or a Collection of Poems Extracted from the Best Authors

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General Books, Mar 6, 2012 - 48 pages
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1801 Excerpt: ... dim her face: As when fair Iris has a while display'd Her watry arch, with gaudy painture gay; While yet we gaze, the glorious colours fade, And from our wonder gently steal away: yyliere shone the beauteous phantom erst so bright, Now lowers the low-hung cloud; all gloomy to the sightr. But Virtue more engaging all the while Disclos'd new charms; more lovely, more serene;. Beaming sweet influence. A milder smile Soften'd the terrors of her lofty mien.. Lead, goddess, I am thine! ( transported cry'd Alcides: ) O propitious pow'r thy way Teach met possess my soul; be thou my guide: From thee, O never, never let me stray! While ardent thus the youth Iris vows address'd; "With all the goddess fill'd, already glow'd his breast. The heav'nly maid, with strength divine endu'd His daring soul; there all her pow'rs combin'd: Firm constancy, undaunted fortitude, Enduring patience, arm'd his mighty mind. Unmov'd in toils, in dangers undismay'd, By many a hardy deed and bold emprize, From liercest monsters, thro' her pow'rful aid, He freed the earth: thro' her, he gain'd the skies. Twas Virtue plac'd him in the blest abode; Crown'd, with eternal youth: among the gods, a god. 'Till once, 'tis said, when all were fir'd, Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspir'd, r From the supporting myrtles round They snatch'd her instruments of sound. And as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each, for madness rul'd the hour, Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd he knew not why, Ev'n at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In light'nings own'd his secret stings, In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the str...

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