The Beauties of the Lyric Muse; a Collection of Poetry, Comprising the Choicest Productions of the British Lyre. Vol. 1 |
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ANTISTROPHE bard beauty beneath bliss bloom blow bosom bow'r bower breast breathe bright brow charms cheek coursers dear death delight divine drest Dryad Eurydice Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair Fancy fate flame flow gale gloom glow Goddess grace Greece green grief grove hail hand haste haunt hear heart Heav'n Hymen IBID laughing wild lonely lov'd lyre maid mead melting mind MONODY morn mourn Muse Muse's Naiads nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain peace pensive Petrarch Pindar Pindus pity plain pleasure pow'r reign rill round rove rural sacred scene shade shine sigh sing skies smile soft solemn song soon the flowers sooth sorrow soul sound Spring will fade strain stream swain sweet Taliessin tear tender Thebes thee Theocritus thou thro throne Timotheus toil trembling vale wakeful eye warble wave wild winds wing youth
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Page 16 - rouze him, like a rattling peal of thunder, ' Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has rais'd up his head; As awak'd from the dead, And amaz'd, he stares around. Revenge, revenge! Timotheus cries, See the furies arise ; See the snakes, that they rear, How they hiss in the air, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes
Page 119 - rebecks sound To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade ; And young and old come forth to play On a sun-shine holyday, 'Till the live-long day-light fail: Then to the spicy nut-brown ale, With stories told of many a feat, How fairy Mab the junkets eat: She was pincht and pull'd, she
Page 120 - done the tales, to bed they creep, By whisp'ring winds soon lull'd asleep. Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men, Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose brig
Page 125 - Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes : There held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them
Page 118 - eyes. Hard by, a cottage chimney smoaks, From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses; And then in haste her bower she leaves, Or, if the earlier season lead, To the
Page 93 - If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste Eve, to sooth thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales ; O Nymph reserv'd, while now the bright-hair'd sun Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts, With brede ethereal wove, O'erhang his wavy bed
Page 3 - Sad proof of thy distressful state ! Of differing themes the veering song was mix'd ; And now it courted Love, now raving call'd on Hate. With eyes up-rais'd, as one inspir'd, Pale Melancholy sat retir'd ; And, from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul
Page 1 - AN ODE FOR MUSIC. [COLLINS.] When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell, Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting, Possest beyond the Muse's painting; By turns they felt the glowing mind Disturb'd, delighted, rais'd, refin'd; Till once, 'tis said, when all were
Page 122 - Oft in glimmering bow'rs and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, Whilst yet there was no fear of Jove. Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, Sober, stedfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain. Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of Cyprus lawn.
Page 119 - lantern led, Tells how the drudging goblin sweat To earn his cream-bowl, duly set, When, in one night, ere glimpse of morn. His shadowy flail had thresh'd the corn That ten day-lab'rers could not end; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of