A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, 第 6 巻Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... face with fhame . Hail , ye who fhare the ftern Minerva's power ; Who arm the hand of liberty for war ! And give , in fecret , the Britannic name To awe contending monarchs : yet benign , Yet mild of nature : to the works of peace More ...
... face with fhame . Hail , ye who fhare the ftern Minerva's power ; Who arm the hand of liberty for war ! And give , in fecret , the Britannic name To awe contending monarchs : yet benign , Yet mild of nature : to the works of peace More ...
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... face ; The father , friend , and lover of his kind , Shrunk to a narrow coin's contracted space . Not fo his fame ; for erst did heaven ordain Whilft feas should waft us , and whilft funs fhould warm , On tongues of men , the friend of ...
... face ; The father , friend , and lover of his kind , Shrunk to a narrow coin's contracted space . Not fo his fame ; for erst did heaven ordain Whilft feas should waft us , and whilft funs fhould warm , On tongues of men , the friend of ...
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... wild on Sion hill ; In tuneful tribute duely paid To the Mafter of the fhade ! And fhall the Bard fit fancy - proof Beneath the hofpitable roof , Where Where every menial face affords Raptur'd thoughts that want but ( 70 )
... wild on Sion hill ; In tuneful tribute duely paid To the Mafter of the fhade ! And fhall the Bard fit fancy - proof Beneath the hofpitable roof , Where Where every menial face affords Raptur'd thoughts that want but ( 70 )
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Robert Dodsley. Where every menial face affords Raptur'd thoughts that want but words ? And the Patron's dearer part , The gentle sharer of his heart , Wears her wonted charms again . Time , that felt Affliction's chain , Learns on ...
Robert Dodsley. Where every menial face affords Raptur'd thoughts that want but words ? And the Patron's dearer part , The gentle sharer of his heart , Wears her wonted charms again . Time , that felt Affliction's chain , Learns on ...
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... face , Mason , why this dull delay ? Hafte , to Sion haste away . There the Muse again shall afk , Nor thy hand forget its task ; Nor the Lyre its strains refuse To the Patron of the Muse . On On the IMMORTALITY of the SOUL . TRANSLATED ...
... face , Mason , why this dull delay ? Hafte , to Sion haste away . There the Muse again shall afk , Nor thy hand forget its task ; Nor the Lyre its strains refuse To the Patron of the Muse . On On the IMMORTALITY of the SOUL . TRANSLATED ...
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bard beauty behold beneath beſt beſtow bleffings bleft boaſt bofom breaſt charms Chlorinda cloſe diftant eaſe Ev'n facred fafe fage fair fame fate feat fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fide figh filent fince firſt flow'rs fmile foft folar folemn fome fong fons foul fpring freſh friendſhip ftate ftill fuch fure fweet genius glory Goddeſs grace grove gueſt hand heart heav'n himſelf inſpires juſt laſt lefs loft lyre mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Naiads ne'er numbers Nymphs o'er paffion peace plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe purſue raiſe reft reſt rife rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſky ſmile ſome ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrains ſtream ſtrong ſweet taſk taſte thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil truth vale virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wife wings Wiſdom youth
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391 ページ - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, 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.
397 ページ - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised 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 sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
392 ページ - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
392 ページ - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep : they do not sleep ! On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit; they linger yet Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
389 ページ - Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. But ah ! 'tis heard no more — Oh ! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ! Tho...
392 ページ - With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1 'Weave the warp and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race; Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace...
393 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.
385 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.
389 ページ - 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 ! ODE VI.
388 ページ - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy ; Of horror that...