A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].1758 |
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... last records of Fate , O'er the shrunk terrace wave their baleful boughs , Or breathe in ftoried emblems of the great ; Yet not with heedlefs eye will we furvey The scene tho ' chang'd , nor negligently tread ; These variegated walks ...
... last records of Fate , O'er the shrunk terrace wave their baleful boughs , Or breathe in ftoried emblems of the great ; Yet not with heedlefs eye will we furvey The scene tho ' chang'd , nor negligently tread ; These variegated walks ...
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... last The guilty glories gain'd in civil broils . Nor yet his vain contempt the Muse shall praise For scenes of polish'd life , and letter'd worth ; The steel - rib'd Warrior wants not Envy's ways To darken theirs , or call his merits ...
... last The guilty glories gain'd in civil broils . Nor yet his vain contempt the Muse shall praise For scenes of polish'd life , and letter'd worth ; The steel - rib'd Warrior wants not Envy's ways To darken theirs , or call his merits ...
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... thefe delights foon pall upon the taste ; Let's try then if more serious cannot last : Wealth let us heap on wealth , or fame pursue , Let pow'r and glory be our points in view ; } } In In courts , in camps , in fenates let us [ 61 ]
... thefe delights foon pall upon the taste ; Let's try then if more serious cannot last : Wealth let us heap on wealth , or fame pursue , Let pow'r and glory be our points in view ; } } In In courts , in camps , in fenates let us [ 61 ]
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... last , Let us review , and recollect the whole . Thus ftands my argument . The thinking foul Cannot terreftrial , or material be , But claims by Nature Immortality : God , who created it , can make it end , We queftion not , but cannot ...
... last , Let us review , and recollect the whole . Thus ftands my argument . The thinking foul Cannot terreftrial , or material be , But claims by Nature Immortality : God , who created it , can make it end , We queftion not , but cannot ...
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... lawn , to fpy The last faint gleamings of the twilight sky . Then wilt thou ftill thy penfive vot'ry meet , Oft as he calls thee to this gloomy feat : VOL . VI . G 3977 For For here , with many a folemn myftic rite , [ 97 ]
... lawn , to fpy The last faint gleamings of the twilight sky . Then wilt thou ftill thy penfive vot'ry meet , Oft as he calls thee to this gloomy feat : VOL . VI . G 3977 For For here , with many a folemn myftic rite , [ 97 ]
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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.