A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].1758 |
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... give , in fecret , the Britannic name To awe contending monarchs : yet benign , Yet mild of nature ; to the works of peace More prone , and lenient of the many ills Which wait on human life . Your gentle aid Hygeia well can witnefs ...
... give , in fecret , the Britannic name To awe contending monarchs : yet benign , Yet mild of nature ; to the works of peace More prone , and lenient of the many ills Which wait on human life . Your gentle aid Hygeia well can witnefs ...
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... give , to labour , health ; to stooping age , The joys which youth had fquander'd . Oft your urns Will I invoke ; and , frequent in your praise , Abafh the frantic Thyrfus with my fong . For not eftrang'd from your benignant arts Is he ...
... give , to labour , health ; to stooping age , The joys which youth had fquander'd . Oft your urns Will I invoke ; and , frequent in your praise , Abafh the frantic Thyrfus with my fong . For not eftrang'd from your benignant arts Is he ...
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... beauty's happiest part : This gives the most unbounded fway : This fhall inchant the subject heart When rofe and lily fade away ; And She be still , in fpite of time , Sweet Amoret in all her prime . ODE # 8 ## 8 ## ## 8 D E O [ 36 ]
... beauty's happiest part : This gives the most unbounded fway : This fhall inchant the subject heart When rofe and lily fade away ; And She be still , in fpite of time , Sweet Amoret in all her prime . ODE # 8 ## 8 ## ## 8 D E O [ 36 ]
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... gives , In yon fair fcyon of Apollo's tree The facred duft of young Marcellus lives . Pluck not the leaf'twere facrilege to wound Th ' ideal memory of so sweet a shade ; In these fad feats an early grave he found , And * the first rites ...
... gives , In yon fair fcyon of Apollo's tree The facred duft of young Marcellus lives . Pluck not the leaf'twere facrilege to wound Th ' ideal memory of so sweet a shade ; In these fad feats an early grave he found , And * the first rites ...
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... add a sweeter grace , Give her foft Amelia's face . Mason , why this dull delay ? Hafte , to Sion haste away . There the Muse again shall ask , Nor thy hand forget its task ; Nor the Lyre it's strains refuse To the Patron of the Mufe ...
... add a sweeter grace , Give her foft Amelia's face . Mason , why this dull delay ? Hafte , to Sion haste away . There the Muse again shall ask , Nor thy hand forget its task ; Nor the Lyre it's strains refuse To the Patron of the Mufe ...
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321 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.
322 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.
317 ページ - Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: 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...
318 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.
28 ページ - The language of our fathers. Here he dwelt For many a cheerful day. These ancient walls Have often heard him, while his legends blithe He sang; of love, or knighthood, or the wiles Of homely life; through each estate and age, The fashions and the follies of the world With cunning hand portraying.
321 ページ - And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. 'Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's aweful voice beneath ! O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave,. Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
319 ページ - Muse? Night and all her sickly dews, Her Spectres wan, and Birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary sky; Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glitt'ring shafts of war.
323 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.
27 ページ - Actaea, daughter of the neighbouring stream, . This cave belongs. The fig-tree and the vine, Which o'er the rocky entrance downward shoot, Were placed by Glycon.
325 ページ - 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.