The Triumphs of Temper: A Poem: in Six CantosW. Mason, 1812 - 166 pages |
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1-CANTO æther ætherial airy bard beauty beauty's blest bliss bosom bright bright eye brow Caliban CANTO charms cheek 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 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 rise 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 wound youth
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Page 2 - 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 53 - Per me si va nella città dolente; per me si va nell' eterno dolore; per me si va tra la perduta gente.
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 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 28 - And only feels the father in his soul. Quick to his hand behold her now present, The Indian liquor of celestial scent ! Not with more grace the nectar'd cup is given By rose-lipp'd Hebe to the lord of heaven. While her fair hands a fresh libation pour, Fashion's loud thunder shakes the sounding door, The light SERENA to the window springs, On curiosity's amusive wings...
Page v - Poet was idolized for its miraculous effects; yet a poem, intended to promote the cultivation of good humour, may still, perhaps, be fortunate enough to prove of some little service to society in general ; or if this idea may be thought too chimerical and romantic by sober reason, it is at least one of those pleasing and innocent delusions, in which a poetical enthusiast may be safely indulged.
Page 2 - The genial sun in its expanding leaves For now she enter'd those important years, When the full bosom swells with hopes and fears ;. When conscious nature prompts the secret sigh, And sheds sweet...
Page 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...
Page 115 - But, the bright trinmphs of their joy to check, In the clear air there hangs a dusky speck ; It swells — it spreads — and rapid, as it grows, O'er the gay scene a chilling shadow throws. The soft Serena, who beheld its flight, Suspects no evil from a cloud so light...
Page 12 - She tam'd the savage, man, who bless'd her sway. No jarring wishes fill'd the world with woes, But youth was ecstasy, and age repose. The powers of mischief met, in dark divan, To blast these mighty joys of envied man: The fiends, at their infernal leader's call, • Fram'd their base wiles in Demogorgon's hall.