The Triumphs of Temper: A Poem in Six Cantos
J. Seagrave, 1803 - 165 pages
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airy appear arms attentive band bear beauty blest bliss bosom brain breast bright CANTO charge charms child conscious cries dark delight desire dread eager earth enchanting eyes face fair faithful fancy fate fear feels female fiend fire flame flowers fond fondly frame friendly frown gave gentle give glance grace guard guardian hand happy hear heart heavenly hope hour keen kind knight light lips lively magic maid mild mind mortal nature nymph o'er pain pass passion past peer phantoms pleasure pride proud queen quick rich rise rose round scene secret seems SERENA sight sire smile soft SOPHROSYNE soul sound speaking spell spirit Spleen spoke sportive spread springs sprite sullen sway sweet swelling tender thee thou thought thro touch triumph truth vision voice warm wide wish wonder wound young youth
Page 53 - Per me si va nella città dolente; per me si va nell' eterno dolore; per me si va tra la perduta gente.
Page 113 - For Sensibility is sovereign here. Thou seest her train of sprightly damsels sport, Where the soft spirit holds her rural court; But fix thine eye attentive to the plain, And mark the varying wonders of her reign.' As thus she spoke, she pois'd her airy seat High o'er a plain, exhaling every sweet: For round its precincts, all the flowers that bloom, Fill'd the delicious air with rich perfume; And in the midst a verdant throne appear'd, In simplest form by graceful fancy rear'd, And deck'd with flowers;...
Page 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 snow-drop, and the briar-rose, The simple circle of her crown compose ; Roses of every hue her robe adorn, Except th' insipid rose without a thorn.
Page 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.
Page xiv - And sheds sweet languor o'er the melting eye ; When nobler toys the female heart trepan, And dolls, rejected, yield their place to man. Beneath a father's care SERENA grew } 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, Turn'd to a Tory in his elbow-chair, And made his daughter pay, howe'er absurd., Passive obedience to his sovereign word.
Page 102 - ... His verse itself is impossible and intolerable to any but the student of literary history, who knows that all things are possible, and finds the realisation of all in its measure interesting. The heights, or at least the average levels, of Hayley may be fairly taken from the following quotation : — Her lips involuntary catch the chime And half articulate the soothing rhyme ; Till weary thought no longer watch can keep, But sinks reluctant in the folds of sleep — of which it can only be said...
Page 117 - For this soft tribe they 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...
Page 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,...
Page 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.
Page 106 - Firm as pure ivory, it charm'd the sight With finer polish, and a softer white. The hand of Beauty, with an easy swell, Scoop'd the free concave like a bending shell; And on its rich exterior, Art display'd The triumphs of the power the car convey'd. Here, in celestial tints, surpassing life...