Allegro und PenserosoPoeschel & Trepte in Leipzig besorgten den Neudruck für die Mitglieder der Gesellschaft der Bibliophilen, 1782 - 31 pages |
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... night raven sings ; There under ebon shades , and low - brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come thou Goddess fair and free , In heav'n yclep'd Euphrosyne , And by men , heart - easing Mirth ...
... night raven sings ; There under ebon shades , and low - brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come thou Goddess fair and free , In heav'n yclep'd Euphrosyne , And by men , heart - easing Mirth ...
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... free ; To hear the Lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night ; From his watch - tow'r in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; 40 als herztröstende Freude , welche die liebliche Venus in einer 8.
... free ; To hear the Lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night ; From his watch - tow'r in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; 40 als herztröstende Freude , welche die liebliche Venus in einer 8.
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... night , ere glimpse of morn , His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn , That ten day - labourers 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 ...
... night , ere glimpse of morn , His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn , That ten day - labourers 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 ...
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... night , 46 39 50 55 While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke , Gently o'er th'accustom'd oak ; 60 Sweet bird , that shunn'st the noise of folly , Most musical , most melancholy ! Thee chauntreẞ of the woods among I woo to hear thy even ...
... night , 46 39 50 55 While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke , Gently o'er th'accustom'd oak ; 60 Sweet bird , that shunn'st the noise of folly , Most musical , most melancholy ! Thee chauntreẞ of the woods among I woo to hear thy even ...
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... night oft see me in thy pale carreer , Till civil suited morn appear , Not trickt and frounct as she was wont , With the Attic boy to hunt , But kercheft in a comely cloud , 125 While rocking winds are piping loud , Or usher'd with a ...
... night oft see me in thy pale carreer , Till civil suited morn appear , Not trickt and frounct as she was wont , With the Attic boy to hunt , But kercheft in a comely cloud , 125 While rocking winds are piping loud , Or usher'd with a ...
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Page 26 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what, though rare, of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes, as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made hell grant what love did seek...
Page 22 - Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies...
Page 24 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Page 8 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Page 6 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-browed rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 12 - Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some Beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Page 8 - Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee In unreprove'd pleasures free...
Page 30 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 14 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Page 20 - He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove. Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn.