Allegro und PenserosoPoeschel & Trepte in Leipzig besorgten den Neudruck für die Mitglieder der Gesellschaft der Bibliophilen, 1782 - 31 pages |
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... ring morn , From the side of some hoar hill , 55 Through the high wood echoing shrill : Some time walking not unseen By hedge - row elms , on hillocks green Right against the eastern gate , Where the great sun begins his state , Rob'd ...
... ring morn , From the side of some hoar hill , 55 Through the high wood echoing shrill : Some time walking not unseen By hedge - row elms , on hillocks green Right against the eastern gate , Where the great sun begins his state , Rob'd ...
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... ring round , And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth , and many a maid , 95 Dancing in the chequer'd shade ; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holy - day , Till the live - long day - light fail ; Then to the spicy ...
... ring round , And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth , and many a maid , 95 Dancing in the chequer'd shade ; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holy - day , Till the live - long day - light fail ; Then to the spicy ...
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... rings . 105 ΙΙΟ Thus done the tales , to bed they creep , 115 By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep . Towred cities please us then , And the busy hum of men , Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs ...
... rings . 105 ΙΙΟ Thus done the tales , to bed they creep , 115 By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep . Towred cities please us then , And the busy hum of men , Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs ...
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... ring Ay round about Jove's altar sing : And add to these retired Leisure , That in trim gardens takes his pleasure ; But first , and chiefest , with thee bring , Him that yon soars on golden wing , Guiding the fiery - wheeled throne ...
... ring Ay round about Jove's altar sing : And add to these retired Leisure , That in trim gardens takes his pleasure ; But first , and chiefest , with thee bring , Him that yon soars on golden wing , Guiding the fiery - wheeled throne ...
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... ring and glaß , And of the wondrous horse of braß , On which the Tartar King did ride ; And if aught else great bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung , Of turneys and of trophies hung , Of forests , an inchantments drear , 115 ...
... ring and glaß , And of the wondrous horse of braß , On which the Tartar King did ride ; And if aught else great bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung , Of turneys and of trophies hung , Of forests , an inchantments drear , 115 ...
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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.