A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].1758 |
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... plain , Relents , and fooths his own fierce heart to ease , Unwonted ease . The fire of Gods and men , In that great moment of divine delight , Looks down on all that live ; and whatfoe'er He loves not , o'er the peopled earth and o'er ...
... plain , Relents , and fooths his own fierce heart to ease , Unwonted ease . The fire of Gods and men , In that great moment of divine delight , Looks down on all that live ; and whatfoe'er He loves not , o'er the peopled earth and o'er ...
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... plain , Or on the sportive banks of Seine , From public themes the Mufe's quire Content with polish'd ease retire . Where priests the ftudious head command , Where tyrants bow the warlike hand To vile ambition's aim , Say , what can ...
... plain , Or on the sportive banks of Seine , From public themes the Mufe's quire Content with polish'd ease retire . Where priests the ftudious head command , Where tyrants bow the warlike hand To vile ambition's aim , Say , what can ...
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... plain chapel fronts the morning light Faft by a filent riv'let . Humbly walk , O ftranger , o'er the confecrated ground ; And on that verdant hilloc , which thou fee'st Beset with ofiers , let thy pious hand Sprinkle fresh water from ...
... plain chapel fronts the morning light Faft by a filent riv'let . Humbly walk , O ftranger , o'er the confecrated ground ; And on that verdant hilloc , which thou fee'st Beset with ofiers , let thy pious hand Sprinkle fresh water from ...
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... plain doft traverse here , Retires ; O ftranger , ftay thee , and the scene Around contemplate well . This is the place Where England's ancient barons , clad in arms And ftern with conqueft , from their tyrant king ( Then render'd tame ) ...
... plain doft traverse here , Retires ; O ftranger , ftay thee , and the scene Around contemplate well . This is the place Where England's ancient barons , clad in arms And ftern with conqueft , from their tyrant king ( Then render'd tame ) ...
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... plain , Where fick'ning Nature wears a fainter green , And Defolation fpreads her torpid reign ? Is this the scene where Freedom breath'd , Her copious horn where Plenty wreath'd , And health at opening day . Bade all her roseate ...
... plain , Where fick'ning Nature wears a fainter green , And Defolation fpreads her torpid reign ? Is this the scene where Freedom breath'd , Her copious horn where Plenty wreath'd , And health at opening day . Bade all her roseate ...
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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.