What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Abelard Adrastus ancient appears arms beauty behold Belinda blush breast breath bright charms clouds Craggs crown'd Cynthus dame death delight dread Dryden Dryope e'er earth Eclogue Eloisa envy Eteocles eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flames flowers fury gentle glory glow gods grace groves hair heart Heaven honour Isaac Bickerstaff Jove kings lady learning live Lord Lord Lansdowne maid mournful Muse nature night numbers nymph o'er once Ovid passion Pastoral Phaon Phoebus plain pleased pleasure poem poet Polynices Pope Pope's praise pride rage reign rise sacred Sappho scorn shade shine sighs sing skies soft soul spread spring Statius sung swell sylphs tears tender Thalestris Thebes thee Theocritus thou thought trees trembling Twas verse Vertumnus Virg Virgil virgin wife William Trumbull winds youth
Page 185 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Page 178 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Page 267 - Statesman, yet friend to Truth ! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Page 200 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Page 248 - Restore the Lock ! she cries ; and all around, Restore the Lock ! the vaulted roofs rebound. Not fierce Othello in so loud a strain...
Page 247 - Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair ; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side ; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes : Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Page 178 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Page 229 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride...