The Muse's Mirror: Being a Collection of Poems ...J. Debrett, 1783 |
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الصفحة 85 - In happy climes, where from the genial fun And virgin earth fuch fcenes enfue, The force of art by nature feems outdone, And fancied beauties by the true : • In happy climes, the feat of innocence, Where nature guides and virtue rules, Where men fhall not impofe for truth and fenfe The pedantry of courts and fchools : There fhall be fung another golden age...
الصفحة 35 - Farewell, great painter of mankind ! Who reach'd the noblest point of art, Whose pictured morals charm the mind, And through the eye correct the heart. If Genius fire thee, reader, stay, If nature touch thee, drop a tear, If neither move thee — turn away — For Hogarth's honour'd dust lies here.
الصفحة 1 - Whoe'er, like me, with trembling anguish brings His heart's whole treasure to fair Bristol's springs ; Whoe'er, like me, to soothe distress and pain, Shall court these salutary springs in vain : Condemn'd, like me, to hear the faint reply...
الصفحة 131 - But, tho' vers'd in th' extremes both of pleasure and pain, I am still but too ready to feel them again. If then, for this once in my life, I am free, And escape from a snare might catch wiser than me, 'Tis that beauty alone but imperfectly charms, For, though brightness may dazzle, 'tis kindness that warms.
الصفحة 134 - Down through a thing you call a vale, Like tears adown a wrinkled cheek, Like rain along a blade of leek: And this you call your sweet...
الصفحة 90 - twas long before any one came ; Yet, at length, his assistance Nic Rowe* did present : Sure all men have heard of his name. " As he found that the poet had tumbled his bed, He smooth'd it as well as he could ; He gave him an anodyne, comb'd out his head, But did his complaint little good. " Doctor Pope to incision at once did proceed, And the bard for the simples he cut ; For his regular practice was always to bleed, Ere the fees in his pocket he put.
الصفحة 130 - WHERE the loveliest expression to features is join'd, By Nature's most delicate pencil design'd ; Where blushes unbidden, and smiles without art, Speak the softness and feeling that dwell in the heart; Where in manners, enchanting, no blemish we trace ; But the soul keeps the promise we had from the face ; Sure philosophy, reason, and coldness must prove Defences unequal to shield us from love...
الصفحة 79 - Cupids gay, O'er yielding beauty pours its midnight ray ; Yet Fanny's charms could Time's slow flight beguile, Soothe every care, and make this dungeon...
الصفحة 113 - dignity, and ease, To learn those arts, which may hereafter please ; Wise authors say — let youth in earliest age, Rehearse the poet's labours on the stage. Nay more ! a nobler end is still behind, The poet's labours elevate the mind ; Teach our young hearts with generous fire to burn, And feel the virtuous sentiments we learn. T...
الصفحة 130 - Where blufhes unbidden, and fmiles without art, Speak the foftnefs and feeling that dwell in the heart ; Where in manners enchanting no blemifh we trace, But the foul keeps the promife we had from the face ; Sure philofophy, reafon, and coldnefs muft prove Defences unequal to fhield us from love : Then tell me, myfterious enchanter, oh tell! By what wonderful art, by what magical fpell, My heart is fo fenc'd that for once I am wife, And gaze without raptures on Amoret's eyes ; That my wifhes, which...