A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, 第 6 巻Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... beneath Some grotto's dripping arch , at height of noon To flumber , shelter'd from the burning heaven . Where shall my song begin , ye Nymphs ? or end ? Wide is your praise and copious - First of things , First of the lonely powers ...
... beneath Some grotto's dripping arch , at height of noon To flumber , shelter'd from the burning heaven . Where shall my song begin , ye Nymphs ? or end ? Wide is your praise and copious - First of things , First of the lonely powers ...
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... beneath his hand , V. I. From rich domains and subject farms , They led the ruftic youth to arms ; And kings their stern atchievements fear'd ; While private ftrife their banners rear'd . But loftier scenes to thee are shown , Where ...
... beneath his hand , V. I. From rich domains and subject farms , They led the ruftic youth to arms ; And kings their stern atchievements fear'd ; While private ftrife their banners rear'd . But loftier scenes to thee are shown , Where ...
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... beneath , Though ivy round each nodding wall Entwine its fatal wreath , Yet fay , can Rhine or Danube boast The numerous glories thou haft loft ? Can ev'n Euphraftes ' palmy fhore , Or Nile with all his myftic lore , Produce from old ...
... beneath , Though ivy round each nodding wall Entwine its fatal wreath , Yet fay , can Rhine or Danube boast The numerous glories thou haft loft ? Can ev'n Euphraftes ' palmy fhore , Or Nile with all his myftic lore , Produce from old ...
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... Beneath the fun's directer beams What copious torrents pour their streams ! No fame have they , no fond pretence to mourn , No annals fwell their pride , or grace their storied urn . Whilft Thou , with Rome's exalted genius join'd , Her ...
... Beneath the fun's directer beams What copious torrents pour their streams ! No fame have they , no fond pretence to mourn , No annals fwell their pride , or grace their storied urn . Whilft Thou , with Rome's exalted genius join'd , Her ...
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... beneath , Though ivy round each nodding wall Entwine its fatal wreath , Yet fay , can Rhine or Danube boast The numerous glories thou hast lost ? Can ev'n Euphraftes ' palmy fhore , Or Nile with all his mystic lore , Produce from old ...
... beneath , Though ivy round each nodding wall Entwine its fatal wreath , Yet fay , can Rhine or Danube boast The numerous glories thou hast lost ? Can ev'n Euphraftes ' palmy fhore , Or Nile with all his mystic lore , Produce from old ...
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Amalthea bard beauty behold beneath bleffings bleft boaſt bofom breaſt cauſe charms eaſe Edonian Ev'n facred fafe fage faid fair fame fate fear feat fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fide figh filent fince firſt fmiles focial foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh foul freſh friendſhip ftill fuch fure fweet fwelling genius GEORGE SIMON HARCOURT glory grace gueſt hand heart heaven himſelf honour laſt lefs loft lyre meaſure mind moſt Mufe Muft Muſe muſt Naiads ne'er numbers Nymphs o'er paffion peace Pindar pleaſe pleaſure praiſe purſue raiſe reaſon reft reign reſt rife round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſky ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſprings ſtands ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtrain ſtream ſweet taſk taſte thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil vale virtue whilft whofe Whoſe wife WILLIAM WHITEHEAD wings youth
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340 ページ - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
340 ページ - Mighty victor, mighty lord! Low on his funeral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.
327 ページ - Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
339 ページ - Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air And, with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
335 ページ - Though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Through the azure deep of air...
344 ページ - Fond impious Man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the Orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me: With joy I see The different doom our Fates assign : Be thine Despair and scept'red Care ; To triumph and to die are mine.
9 ページ - The ruins, with a silent tear revolves The fame and fortune of imperious Rome. You too, O Nymphs, and your unenvious aid The rural powers confess ; and still prepare For you their choicest treasures.
328 ページ - Man's feeble race what ills await ! . Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
326 ページ - The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
336 ページ - Thro' the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great. THE BARD. A Pindaric Ode. I. i. seize thee, ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.