The Triumphs of Temper: A Poem: in Six CantosW. Mason, 1812 - Broj stranica: 166 |
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1-CANTO æther ætherial airy bard beauty beauty's blest bliss bosom bright bright eye brow Caliban CANTO charms cheek cincture convey'd cries dart delight dome dread eager earth enchanting eyes fair fancy fashion's fate fear feels female fiend FILLIGREE fire fixt flame fluttering fond fondly form'd frame friendly frown gaz'd gentle glory gorgon gout grace guardian happy heart heavenly hope hour Iliad infernal innocence inspir'd keen kind knight lively mind lyre magic maid mild mind Moorish mortal ne'er nymph o'er pain passion peer phantom Pleas'd pleasure pleasure's poison'd pomp pride promis'd queen quick rose round scene secret seem'd SERENA Shines sight sire smile soft SOPHROSYNE soul sparkling spectre spell spirit Spleen spoke sportive sprite strife sullen survey'd sway sweet swelling Sycorax tender thee thou thought thro trepan TRIUMPHS OF TEMPER vapours vex'd vext view'd village maid voice warm youth
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Stranica 53 - Thro' me ye pass to Spleen's terrific dome, Thro' me, to Discontent's eternal home : Thro' me, to those who sadden'd human life, By sullen humour, or vexatious strife ; And here, thro' scenes of endless vapours hurl'd, Are punish'd in the forms they plagued the world ; Justly they feel no joy, who none bestow, All ye who enter, every hope forego !" O'er an arch'd cavern, rough with horrid stone, On which a feeble light by flashes shone, These characters, that chill'd her soul with dread, SERENA,...
Stranica 116 - And poison all the pestilential air. From the rent earth dark demons force their way, And make the sportive revellers their prey. Here gloomy Terror, with a shadowy rope, Seems, like a Turkish mute, to strangle Hope ; There jealous Fury drowns in blood the fire That sparkled in the eye of young Desire ; And lifeless Love lets merciless Despair From his crush'd frame his bleeding pinions tear. But pangs more cruel, more intensely keen, Wound and distract their sympathetic queen : With fruitless tears...
Stranica x - I wished, indeed, (but I fear most ineffectually) for powers to unite some touches of the sportive wildness of Ariosto, and the more serious sublime painting of Dante, with some portion of the enchanting elegance, the refined imagination, and the moral graces of Pope ; and to do this, if possible, without violating those rules of propriety, which Mr.
Stranica 113 - And shun th' approaches of a damper air. Here stood the lovely ruler of the scene, And beauty, more than pomp, announc'd the Queen. The bending snowdrop and the briar-rose, The simple circle of her crown compose; Roses of every hue her robe adorn, Except th...
Stranica 23 - Still in sweet trance she fondly seem'd to hear The soft persuasion vibrate in her ear. But waking now far different notes she found ; Less pleasing echoes in her chamber sound : For now the heralds of the London day Sing their loud matins in th...
Stranica 117 - For this soft tribe thy heaviest fear dismiss, And know their pains are transient as their bliss : Rapture and Agony, in Nature's loom, Have form'd the changing tissue of their doom; Both interwoven with so nice an art, No power can tear the twisted threads apart : Yet happier these, to Nature's heart more dear, Than the dull offspring in the torpid sphere, Where her warm wishes, and affections kind, Lose their bright current in the stagnant mind. Here grief and joy so suddenly unite, That anguish...
Stranica 114 - And just between the woman and the child. Her fair left arm around a vase she flings, From which the tender plant mimosa springs: Towards its leaves, o'er which she fondly bends, The youthful fair her vacant hand extends With gentle motion, anxious to survey How far the feeling fibres own her sway: The leaves, as conscious of their queen's command, Successive fall at her approaching hand ; While her soft breast with pity seems to pant, And shrinks at every shrinking of the plant.
Stranica v - IT seems to be a kind of duty incumbent on those, who devote themselves to poetry, to raise, if possible, the dignity of a declining art, by making it as beneficial to life and manners as the limits of composition, and the character of modern times, will allow.
Stranica 2 - Tho' formal critics, with a surly frown, Deny your artless bard the laurel crown He yet shall triumph, if ye deign to spread Your sweeter myrtle round his honor'd head. In your bright circle young SERENA grew $ A lovelier nymph the pencil never drew ; For the fond Graces form'd her easy mien, And heav'ns soft azure in her eye was seen.
Stranica 2 - ... there are even some of its stanzas which we still remember. The few lines in which the father of the heroine is described may not be poetry, but they are nearly as good as if they were. There are not many characters better hit off in a few lines, in the whole round of English verse, than that of " The good Sir Gilbert, to his country true, A faithful Whig, who, zealous for the state, In freedom's service led the loud debate; Yet every day, by transmutation rare, Turned to a Tory in his elbow-chair,...