The Triumphs of Temper: A PoemT.B. Jansen, 1806 - 162 pages |
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æther airy beauty beauty's bleft blifs bofom breaſt bright CANTO charms conſcious dark defire delight earth enchanting ev'ry eyes fair fancy faſhion fate fatire fav'rite fcene fecret feels feems feen female fenfe fhade fhall fiend fight filk finking fire firft fixt flame flaſh flow'rs flutt'ring fmiles foft fome fond fondly foon foul fpirit fpoke fportive fpring fprite frown ftill ftrife fuch fullen fweet fwelling gaz'd gen'rous gentle grace guardian heart heav'nly hour keen kind knight laft magic maid maſk mild mind moft mortal muſt myftic ne'er nymph o'er Obferve paffion pafs paſt peer phantoms Pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r pride quick rife rofe round ſcene SERENA ſhe ſmile SOPHROSYNE ſparkling ſpeak ſpell Spleen ſpoke ſpread ſtate ſweet Sycorax tender thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand triumph uſe vex'd vext view'd vifion whofe whoſe wiſhes YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY youth
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Page 112 - With gentle motion, anxious to furvey How far the feeling fibres own her fway ; The leaves, as confcious of their queen's command...
Page 101 - New fhadowy hofts, the vaffals of his thought, In Joy's gay garb, in Terror's dread array, Darker than night, and brighter than the day ; Who at his bidding, thro...
Page 111 - Rofes of every hue her robe adorn, Except th' infipid Rofe without a thorn. Thro' her thin veft her heighten'd beauties ftiine For earthly gauze was never half fo fine.
Page 10 - Nor shar'd my guidance, nor requir'd my aid. Her tender frame, nor confident nor coy, Had every fibre tun'd to gentle joy : No vain caprices swell'd her pouting lip ; No gold produc'da mercenary trip ; Soft innocence inspir'd her willing kiss, Her love was nature, and her life was bliss, Guide of his reason, not his passion's prey, She tam'd the savage, man, who bless'd her sway.
Page 2 - Your fweeter myrtle round his honour'd head. In your bright circle young SERENA grew ; A lovelier nymph the pencil never drew ; For the fond Graces form'd her eafy mien, Anil heaven's foft azure in her eye was feen.
Page 116 - While, on the lovely Queen's enchanting face, Departed Sorrow's faint and fainter trace, Gave to each touching charm a more attractive grace.
Page 9 - Fine as thy hand, some favour'd youth to grace, Knits with nice art to form the mimic lace. Within the centre of this fretted dome, Her...
Page 111 - And fhun th' approaches of a damper air. Here flood the lovely Ruler of the fcene, And Beauty, more than Pomp, announc'd the Queen. The bending...