The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson1800 |
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... hears the needy crying at his door , Who hears them cry , ne recks ; but fuffers them be poor . But bleft , O more than doubly bleft be he TEMPLE OF APOLLO . 7.
... hears the needy crying at his door , Who hears them cry , ne recks ; but fuffers them be poor . But bleft , O more than doubly bleft be he TEMPLE OF APOLLO . 7.
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... hear with a difdainful finile , The fhort and fimple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike the inevitable hour , The paths of glory lead but to the ...
... hear with a difdainful finile , The fhort and fimple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike the inevitable hour , The paths of glory lead but to the ...
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... hear the mufic of the grove refound . I'll feek fome lonely church , or dreary hall , Where fancy paints the glimm'ring taper blue ; Where damps hang mould'ring on the ivy'd wall , And theeted ghofts drink up the midnight dew : There ...
... hear the mufic of the grove refound . I'll feek fome lonely church , or dreary hall , Where fancy paints the glimm'ring taper blue ; Where damps hang mould'ring on the ivy'd wall , And theeted ghofts drink up the midnight dew : There ...
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... hears . But if a hermit you're refolv'd to dwell , And bid to focial life a laft farewell ; Tis impious.- God never made an independent man , Twould jarr the concord of his general plan : See every part of that flupendous whole ...
... hears . But if a hermit you're refolv'd to dwell , And bid to focial life a laft farewell ; Tis impious.- God never made an independent man , Twould jarr the concord of his general plan : See every part of that flupendous whole ...
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... ftillnefs of retreat , Then hear aloof the human tempeft beat , Then will I greet thee to my woodland cave , Allay the pangs of age , and fmooth thy grave . ADVERSITY . DAUGHTER of Jove , relentless power , Thou 34 TEMPLE OF APOLLO .
... ftillnefs of retreat , Then hear aloof the human tempeft beat , Then will I greet thee to my woodland cave , Allay the pangs of age , and fmooth thy grave . ADVERSITY . DAUGHTER of Jove , relentless power , Thou 34 TEMPLE OF APOLLO .
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beauty beneath blefs bleft blifs bloom bofom bow'r breaft breath bright charms cheek cry'd dear defert delight dreft e'er earth ev'ning ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fancy fate fcene fecret feek feen fhade fhall fhine fhore fide figh filent fing firanger firft fkies fleep flow flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul fpirit fpread fpring ftill ftorm ftray ftream fuch fwain fweet glow goddefs grace grove happy heart heav'n hermit IANTHE juft laft loft lov'd lyre maid mind MIRTH moffy moft morn mufe muft MUSIDORA nature's night nymph o'er paffion pain PALEMON PEACE pleaſure pow'r praife pride reft rife rofe round ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſtate tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thou thouſand Twas vale vermil VIRTUE weft whofe wild wind youth
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27 ページ - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
190 ページ - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
27 ページ - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
190 ページ - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
123 ページ - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
82 ページ - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
45 ページ - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
59 ページ - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
23 ページ - In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
119 ページ - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...